Thursday in Leith

Cauld enough to take the balls of a brass monkey right enough. Cars and pavements covered in that freezing frost that falls slowly over everything. Not even the salt air from the Firth can dispel it.
But in the Kirkgate Lidl will already be open and folk will be filling their bags with croissants and the like.
Greggs door is well and truly open and welcoming and the waft of saugage-roll and mini doughtnuts fill the air.
Round the corner in Great Junction Street on the other hand the door to JP Associates remains firmly closed, and may not open till Tracey arrives at twelve thirty. But then the boys were warned not to over stay their welcome in the Starbank Inn last night. But once the Reverend Callum Mackie gets talking, there is no shutting him up.