Muralling

I stayed with Maria last night. We ate at a tapas restaurant in Portobello with Luke. The beach looked more like Blackpool on a bank holiday. Maria showed me a photo of the same beach in the 1890s and it was even more crowded (but people were wearing more clothes).

We sat in Maria’s flat and talked for about 3 hours, until it began to get dark. Maria let me have her room for the night, I kept the window open and listened to all the exuberance of a hot night on Leith Walk. It didn’t keep me awake. In the morning we had breakfast outside and talked for another three hours!

This afternoon we went to see the Phoebe Traquair murals. No photograph can do them justice.

We met Luke and Otter for fun in the park (extras) and now I’m on the bus back to Dumfries :-)