First of July

A trip by boat to Cramond is long overdue, so a birrl down there to check out the setup of the trots. Up town had been warm and calm. Down there, a cold sea air was blowing in from the north east; the sea was disturbed and brown. Not to do with the trots, I hope. Not at all enticing, so I made my way back up to join the crones for a blether. A late one. I blame that LMcC. Though he did bring me a trout. No, no, not his old one. She was at hame.