I mean, it isn't always like this. We had genuine sunshine earlier in the week. On Leith of course.
Giving some interesting shadow patterns
And a very different looking tree, a happier tree.
We also had hints of the dramatic sunsets to come when summer finally arrives
And a full moon shining down, but my werewolf spotting efforts yielded nothing
I also paid the graves a visit again. Remember that fresh grave from three weeks ago? Not much has changed, except the flowers quite as fresh. Are the stonemasons very busy right now, or does the person under there have an exceptionally hard to spell name?
But the best graveyard related moment of the week comes without photographic evidence. We were walking homewards up the road beside the east wall when something appeared on top of it, looking directly at us. With a credit card sized item in it's mouth. Not the expected cat, but a sizeable fox. It decided we were big and scary and turned back to jump down and scurry behind a line of gravestones. All too quick to get a camera out, and also to see exactly what was held between the jaws. Had it been out doing some late night Visa shopping? Or was it a card of dedication for a bunch of flowers? Maybe it had taken the flowers in first, then had to come back for the card? Or took time deciding what dedication to write? Busy foxy.
