The Purple Bowler

It takes a bit of chutzpah to wear a purple bowler hat in the douce surroundings of the Gyle shopping centre in the west of Edinburgh - it's hardly San Francisco after all, where such a thing might be considered the norm.
I could see His Lordship wondering if it would be a good look for him now that he has let down his guard and agreed to carry a man bag.

We had taken a busy tram to the western suburbs for a mini shopping expedition but returned on the well serving 35 bus which dropped us at the door rather than the centre of Princes Street, and incidentally goes from the airport all the way to Leith.

There will be a much bigger debt and a lot of heartache and disruption before an Edinburgh tram can do that.