The trouble with living near the Firth of Forth is that, on an unseasonably warm and sunny day in April like today, the whole place gets enveloped in fog. Haar, they call it in these parts. So we headed inland to Saughton Park and the ice cream van nearby for a wee sit down in the rose garden and a potter in the sandpit. Very nice it was too, with blue skies, sunshine and the inevitable hordes of blue-skinned Scots exposing themselves to the strange shiny thing in the sky.
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