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Last weekend, Daughter 2 and Littlest Granddaughter came up from London, which was lovely. We went to the playpark,

where fortunately Daughter 2 was able to climb up on this thing to help the little one down again. I would have found it rather tricky...

And we walked through the flowery bit of the park, 

admiring the herbaceous borders. I do like a good herbaceous border. 

Then we came home and little A washed the stones from the pebble pool,

as you do,

and played in the sandpit. And the Edinburgh cousins came round and it was all very lovely. Then Daughter 2 and Little A went away again, which was very unlovely. 

On Tuesday, the last day of the summer holidays, Mr Life took Big Grandson to the Glasgow transport museum by train and subway - very exciting if you like such things - while Big Granddaughter and I went to North Queensferry, on a different train, to visit Deep Sea World. 

We'd been before when she was tiny, but she didn't remember. As you might imagine, there were lots of fish

and a few seals. 

The last time we came here it was by car and we went straight to the car park, so I'd never actually wandered through the village before. It was quite historic and pretty. I've often been to South Queensferry (pay attention, now), which is on the Edinburgh side of the river, but this is North Queensferry, on the far side. It's all of about ten minutes from Edinburgh by train, so I don't know why we've never been before. I must return to have a further wander.  

If you look above the houses on the left, you can see the Forth (Rail) Bridge looming over them. 

And in this direction are the road bridges. 

We didn't drink from this spring. I'm sure it was fine in Queen Victoria's day and even now it would probably have been all right. On the other hand, it might not have been. 

And then we climbed up the rather steep road to the station. It was very nice to spend time with Biggest alone. And now she's back to school and in Primary 4 - so grown up! (Well, she's 8. Not really that grown up.)

Over in Angus, Medium Granddaughter is now at school. Which means that I'm five years older than I was when she was born. This is rather alarming. I wonder how many further sets of five years I have left? Who knows for whom the bell is about to toll..? Hmm.