The river side is already getting shady, so I continue down Water of Leith towards the Botanical Gardens. A tree in full bloom stops me in my tracks, and I spy on the busy bumble bees, and breathe in the smell of white blossom.
Too windy to sit on the large lawns... I stick to the river, and I am rewarded with another blooming tree, which turns out to be a hotspot for evening bird activity.
It gets cooler, so I cut my way home through the Botanical Gardens. It is quiet, there is me, the squirrels, and the wind.
Standing under this tree in the wind is like listening to a thousand tibetan prayer flags rustling over your head.
And a delightful adventure appears - a cat, snoozing in the sun. It does not mind being bothered; quite the opposite, it is rejuvenated, and launches an attack on a ferocious twig.The light does not disappear until eight nowadays... long, sunny, but chilly evenings in the North!
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