As I sat at my laptop, the day promised much in terms of the possibility of a good sunset.
I set off on the bike, still full of some hope, around 4.15pm (sunset 4.33pm). Despite walking all the way out to the end of the Granton Breakwater, there was nothing really to be had. Some colour in the sky, but no reflections in the water.
Another time. The break did me good, however.