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This Barony Place resident went out on the evening of Tuesday 15 July and hasn’t come back.
He’s a four-year-old grey tabby with white front and legs, tabby elbow patches and a brown smudge on the right side of his nose. He’s chipped.
If you think you’ve seen Ruairi since Tuesday, or know where he is now, please email ruairi@orr-online.co.uk or Twitter @RPiscin
Ghost signs is the popular term used to describe those faded examples of hand-painted lettering found on buildings throughout the city.
Many date from the nineteenth century, and are interesting for the light they shed on the individuals who once occupied our streets with their more or less familiar busineses and occupations.
Redevelopment of the site at 1 Canonmills Bridge (currently home to Earthy) may be a step closer.
In May last year we reported how Glovart Holdings Ltd had finally received planning consent for its mix of 2 restaurants, 6 flats and 3 townhouses (Ref. 09/00830/FUL; Breaking news, 15.5.13).
Forrest Group has appealed against Edinburgh Council’s decision on their internally illuminated digital display at 10 Croall Place (Ref. 14/00624/ADV).
We like these a lot – Greg Bryce’s Collected Works exhibiting in Whitespace’s gallery on Howe Street.
Bryce is an Edinburgh-based artist who studied at Gray's School of Art in Aberdeen and the Provinciale Hogeschool Limburg in Hasselt, Belgium, before completing a residency at the Konstepidemin organisation in Gothenburg in 2012. You can find out more about his general approach and previous work here.
I've always had trust issues with seafood (i.e. I don't trust it not to be hiding bones or bits of shell in a random mouthful).
But recently I've made my peace with white crabmeat and become quite the fan. I've even started cooking with it at home, although I've started at the easy end with this pasta sauce.
My recipe is a mash-up of a two recipes along the same theme that I've tried, dialling up this and dialling down that until it hit just the right spot.
Who can forget the carefree days of their youth, middle age or dotage when no wander through the summer countryside was complete without splitting open a Policeman’s helmet?
Or, to put it another way, splitting open the pod of a Himalayan balsam plant.
That delicious elastic tension, that exciting application of pressure, the sudden satisfying pop and expulsion of seed were surely Nature’s way of gently suggesting Humankind should invent bubble-wrap.
Not any more, though.
Tesco on Broughton Road has been refused consent to extend its hours for deliveries to 7.00am–9.00pm on Monday–Saturday and 9.00am–6.00pm on Sunday (Ref. 14/01866/FUL; Breaking news, 21.5.14: Issues 230–1).
Edinburgh today was baking.
Temperatures on Princes Street – where sun, pavements and south-facing shopfronts combine to intensify the heat – easily exceeded the mid-20º C highs forecast earlier in the day.
This man and dog made what shade they could whilst the rest of the world passed overhead, intent on shopping.
For those who could manage it, some of the best places to be were in the tree-covered reaches of the Water of Leith.
Some people had to work, of course ...
One of the best things about living in Broughton is the sense of community, and although you live in a big city you really feel as if you belong to an entirely separate area. It’s almost a village atmosphere; even your next-door neighbours are friendly.
But what do you do when you have a problem with one of those neighbours? Do you confront them? Do you ignore the problem, hoping that it will go away? Or do you act to fix the problem without them knowing about it? These are the questions that I face and I put them to you for your help.