. . . To bonny Edinburgh to meet up with me wee darlin' daughter . . . (spoken with Scottish lilt)
. . . And came across bagpipes and Indian Tabla . . . on a windy day!

Throngs of people at Grassmarket watching street performers.
Writing workshops at the Edinburgh International Book Festival gave the right impetus in that direction.
The Edinburgh Military Tattoo 2009 was especially memorable . . . in windy and showery conditions.
Meeting the Andersons in Perth for a round of golf (for the boys); walking/yoga/body pump (for the girls) was an unexpected but pleasant connection with things in common.
Rae & I dinning at the Old Fishmarket Close . . . a Rebus crime scene.