Old and young

I forgot to record that we visited Son and family last week. Here's one of their cats coming for a walk with us. She gave up eventually. This road is a dead-end, so she was reasonably safe walking in the middle of it; as were we.

We went to the nearby burn and some of us paddled

and stirred the mud with a stick.

And then to a playpark, where some of us swung.

But then, alas, we had to leave them again.

On Saturday we got a bus from Melville Street, with its typical Georgian New Town architecture,

 to Haddington, where we walked with our friends, admiring the signs of spring,

 along a disused railway line to Longniddry.

This seat was donated by Headway, a head injuries charity. You can see the typical Lowland landscape with the sea not far behind it.

And on Sunday, I introduced Biggest Granddaughter to my mum's teddy. She's nearly 6. He's nearly 97. I don't think she was terribly impressed - he's a bit threadbare and scratchy, filled with straw -  but I like him, particularly because my granny's mending is clearly evident on him. She embroidered these eyes because she was worried about a baby chewing his original button eyes. He's seen a lot of changes since 1922, that teddy, but he's not telling.