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In a nice contrast to the fruitless search last summer across Leith Links and along to the beach for Amos's glasses (which he'd left inside somewhere), a few minutes' peering around the Meadows playpark located his lost buff (which he didn't come home with from the after-school-club trip today, after he'd forgotten it in the morning and I'd dashed to school to hand it to him before he was dropped off), seemingly not much the worse for wear for three hours' sitting on the grass in a non-dog-proof playpark, though it has gone straight in the wash.