Drone film

Up town at lunchtime to meet the daughter for a coffee, and very delightful it was too, though far too brief. On I went, searching for boots for the winter. No joy.
Giving up on that, I headed down to see Shoreline, the exhibition at the Botanics about the 16 miles from Queensferry to Portobello. Not a bad wee effort considering.
So later up to the old gaff where the daughter popped in and then along to the Diggers. Imagine - a whole load of tables had stickers on them - reserved at 10:15! Eh???? What a bliddy outrage; the locals weren’t happy, I’ll tell you, especially when we realised it was some ’whisky society’ who were just a crowd of students from the Napier. And they drank lager by the bucket as they were served up their free sandwiches - not a whisky in sight.
We couldn’t remonstrate too much as it seemed some eff up with the bookable back room, and besides Frank is doing exactly the same thing this Sunday. Wouldn’t do to be charged with hypocrisy.