I was getting steadily better, the cough having … well, ‘vanished’ is the wrong word.
‘Diminished’ doesn’t really cut it either.
Let’s say that the bouts of horrifying coughing which left my sides hurting and did odd things to my voice were less frequent?

Anyway, we caught a bus out to Cramond Island, or more accurately to a bus stop near there, then walked the rest.

It’s an odd place.
There’s little indication as to why prehistoric folks found the need to construct a line of standing stones out to the island.
I mean, you could use it as a procession guide, I suppose, and it came in handy when people in more modern times wanted to build a walkway, because they had this line of bloody great stones letting them know where the shortest and shallowest path was.

They’ve lasted well; Apparently the encrustations of marine life have helped there, though I’d not be surprised to find that those notches, whatever the hell they’re for, have been tidied up from time to time.

Probably the oddest thing is the trick of perspective with the very occasional ‘gate’ in the line of stones; A simple side-step by the person taking the picture, and someone standing in the gate vanishes.
It’s honestly pretty creepy from the viewer’s point of view; As the viewed, no big deal.

And that thing is dead straight.
That’s tricky enough to do on land, but in an area that floods every 12 hours or so? With simple hand tools?

Of course, in later years someone built a more modern structure on it, and there are some indications that the Romans used it; That said, the building in the picture I took looked like it’d fall down if you gave it a hard look, unlike the line of stones.