It's actually potentially quite nice. If you ignore most of what's there and pretend you're someplace else entirely. And change the climate.
Speaking of which: haar, Jim lad! It's been foggy - of the special east coast kind that moves at twenty miles an hour and freezes exposed skin in no time.
Starting at a glamorous corner between Waverley and the Calton Hill that I keep trying to photograph for some reason, though they almost always get deleted right away:
Heading up Jacob's Ladder, beside this leftover of the old jail:
And up to the groovy bit. Complete with a sprinkling of slightly bewildered tourists, seeming unsure whether they were sad to not be seeing any views whatsoever, or pleased to be in such an odd setting:
Good weather for skulking:
But also for getting the hell off that freezing hill, crossing the North Bridge and finding a warm pub:
Cheers!
All the world seems in tune on a Spring afternoon, when we're poisoning pigeons in the park.