Cramond.

Mouth of the River Almond. Edinburgh.

It looks quiet and cold here but it wasn't. It was warm (windy, of course,) and very busy. The tide was way out and we walked over to Cramond Island, the first time I've ever been.

Lindsay is forever telling me about the time, three hundred years ago, when he and his friends got trapped by the tide and they had to spend the night there. No mobile phones then, but it was summer.....

The frogs have finally spawned!