This morning's rendezvous with the Evanses was at Portobello; we'd had Skye for a sleepover and we took her home to her new house in Porty beforehand. The sky was blue, the sun shone, but it was - unsurprisingly for October - more than somewhat parky. Still, we rode most of the way along the Prom towards Joppa, and popped into the Beach House Café for hot chocolate before returning to the sands for a chilly lunch. The café has a brilliant poster for a Treasure Hunt at the old pool. As befits my advancing years, I started reminiscing about the open-air pool in the shadow of the power station at Porty, both now long gone. No-one believes I used to have milk delivered by horse and cart either.
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