Down the plug hole
Pleasant wander around the usual Water of Leith parades, although in the opposite direction so that we ended up at the 'storage facility' (behind blipcentral since you ask) where we needed to collect something which we needed for tomorrow. A painting, since you ask.
We made it home just in time. It's grey, miserable and wet outside. A day for hunkering down inside, waiting for the malt loaf that's just come out of the oven to cool sufficiently to eat (although meanwhile there's fresh bread yesterday - aren't I lucky?).
I was pleased with this semi-abstract. Other candidates for blipping are on flickr (here, here and here. However, I especially liked the one of the pixie in the woods.