The morning was quite sunny but then it deteriorated. Above, you see our local hill, Arthur's Seat, swathed in mist. Very seasonal. After the fitting, she met up with her chap and they got very wet. Later we picked her up and all went to see Daughter 1 and the baby.
He napped in a somewhat melodramatic attitude. "Ah," said Daughter 1, "the Death of Chatterton pose."