No Way Through

A view towards the Pentlands from the 15th tee.
The sun struggled gainfully to make an appearance this morning but there was no way through that grey sky. Didn’t manage it this afternoon either when we strolled down to Stockbridge. S had to post a parcel and while she waited in the post office queue I nipped in to the barber’s and let my Turkish pal do his worst. Festive cut done I went in search of S and found her still waiting in the queue. Ah, the joys of Christmas.