A couple of weeks back, the Beau and I went to Edinburgh for the day. It was something of a let’s-go-to-Edinburgh-and-back-again-in-a-day whim: mostly to satisfy the Beau's craving for a taste of the Fringe Festival, he having been a regular visitor in years past; but also a great opportunity for me to meet fantasy and sci-fi writer Griff Williams, one of the eclectic mix of incredibles that constitute The Cat Conspiracies' Writer Collective (more about that soon).
Being that it was a very short-notice whim, and much to his delight, we took the Elegant Hound along with us. Luckily the sun blessed us with a perfect-weather day and, whilst the Beau caught up on various theatrical performances, the Elegant Hound and I trotted about the bustling city streets or stretched out to read in the more relaxed Princes Street Gardens, The Meadow and Greyfriars Kirkyard.
I like Sandi Toksvig a great deal. Not that I know her personally, but anyone who is that smart, self-possessed and witty, to my mind, makes for good company.
And here she was, wrapped in vivid blue, momentarily stopped in her tracks, staring down at the Elegant Hound.
'What a beautiful face,' she said.
And then she was gone, purposefully and happily strolling off down the hill, hand in hand with her partner, enjoying the warm and earnest chaos that is Edinburgh during the Fringe Festival.
And so it was that the Elegant Hound met his first Great Dane.