We had a dreadful couple of days with Chinese water torture in our very own flat (well, rented of course but we like it a lot). Though there are some good sides to this story - our wallpapered ceiling looks much better now than it did when we moved in (the gap from a previous flood has stretched and flattened itself after the current one) and we had a good excuse to go to South Queensferry for a couple of hours when it ceased raining in the afternoon.
In my opinion the best way to get to this little town on the seaside is to go by doubledecker (no. X43 or 43) sitting on the top floor of the bus of course. When it moves up and down through the countryside you can see the red Forth Rail Bridge emerging from time to time, like some sort of an ancient creature. The Bridge was opened in March 1890 and since then has required regular painting of its steel structure - a saying about this perpetual need of painting it became a feature in the English language, so that when they finish at one end the other end already starts peeling and a procedure starts all over again. Children are still teased that the trains go up and over the spans of the bridge like a giant rollercoaster.
The last image from this set has been taken from a train while crossing the Rail Bridge. The train DOES not do the rollercoaster thing, I do assure you.
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