The Lion Roars Today

It is a jungle out there!
The contrast between a quiet pre breakfast cycle run round the southern policies of Morningside and a post breakfast dash into town through the emerging throngs of tourists, beggars and performing street artists is total.
In the space of four hours I had relinquished my familiar city to an unfamiliar metropolis.

It is a relief to arrive home to the peace and quiet of grass and trees, and escape the hoards, many of whom near the Dower House, are intent on rubbing the nose off Greyfriars Bobby. He appears to have become the faithful dog with the golden nose!