The black dog
Well timed as we go down into the darkest part of the year, a black dog has appeared on Princes Street. This is a difficult time. Getting up in the morning is a struggle. The sun rose today at 8.23 a.m., but on many days it's hard to tell that it has risen, muffled as we are under low grey clouds. Sunset today was apparently at 3.45 p.m. Since I was in the office, all I noticed was a gradual slide outside from grey to black. Unless you make an effort to get outside at lunchtime - and I normally work right through - daylight only returns at weekends.
This particular black dog looks more benign than threatening - although perhaps with a certain mournful set of its head? Judging by the muddy information plaque at its feet, children have been clambering up to cuddle and pat it. A multi purpose dog, then.