Grim scenes. And some manky bastard (not me) left a plastic cup. Ruined my wee jog.
Bye for now.
Category Archives: Edinburgh
Ardmillan Terrace in the age of lockdown.
A few cheeky ciders in the Ardmillan Hotel beer garden, getting bitten to fuck by midges and stung by ravenous wasps (the insects, not White Anglo-Saxon Protestants).
It’s a ritualistic endeavour and that’s my dream for the summer.
More uninhabited Leith snappage from the COVID-19 vault.
If you look closely enough, you can see a pigeon at the back of frame taking a shite. It is their territory now.
