Picture the scene. I am standing underneath an old railway clock with a group of friends. The railway station is long-gone, over 60 years ago. The clock isn’t even in its original location because it’s been relocated to the side of the road, a victim of Edinburgh’s relentlessly increasing traffic.

This is a regular catch-up with this particular group of friends. Once a fortnight, we meet at a different location in Edinburgh to photograph – well, whatever we fancy. We all have our different likes and dislikes. I enjoy photographing urban grit. Others prefer to shoot flowers, plants, colour. So we mix it up. One week, we’ll visit a park. Next time, perhaps a busy part of the city.

This week it’s the turn of the city. Morningside Road is surely awash with photographic interest. Shops, people, movement all around. But no, I’m not inspired, and few of my friends are faring any better. When I call it a day after about an hour, I head to a coffee shop where some of my friends have already finished their coffees and are ready to explore Morningside’s (admittedly excellent) charity shops.

Oh well, not every day is full of inspiration. At least I got a pretty picture of an old Victorian post box.