Haste ye back

Thought I would counter the recent excess of cute baby photos. Today's title is the message at the exit to this subterranean car park. Slightly surreal to see such a cheery Scotticism in such a dank and dark place. Had an appointment in town and basically mistimed everything and temporarily lost my wallet (again) so I had to take the car. Then I had to wade through a packed Princes Street in blazing sunshine, only to arrive late. Worked out fine in the end.