I decided against the slippery looking News Steps and went down the Mound in stead but there was a fair amount of slip and slide there too. A sudden coolness in my right instep told me my welly had split. I used the bike lane as it was less slippy and I would have ample warning of any approaching bikes coming uphill. Going down Market Street I stayed close to railings for safety. I was there in time despite slow progress and went to the platform my phone had predicted, to see no train and a staff member telling someone that King’s Cross train had changed platforms. Was Margaret on the Kings Cross train? It was possible. I hurried round to the other platform, on the other side of the station and up the escalator, checking the boards on the way. The platform was below with two sets of steps in opposite direction to the bridge I was on. Just as I was sending a message saying to come to the bridge, she appeared. I was so glad we hadn’t missed each other in the confusion. We trudged up the mound and then took a detour into a Craft Fair at the French Institute. What a beautiful building and an interesting array of bilingual books, traditional foods, cards, textile projects and wool. We had samples of shortbread and saucisson. One wool stall has unspun wool mostly but some wool and bamboo mix. I was tempted but he told us there was another stall. We found it in the next room and were very taken wth the mohair. The lady sounded like she had lived in Scotland a while but with a hint of a French accent remaining. They had their own goat herd in Fife and what amazing gorgeous goats they were. Margaret chose a skein and had a specific plan for it I resisted the wool thinking I could order later if I had a plan, but bought a calendar and took their postcards so I would know how to find them again. They only started farming four years ago. I would love to support their enterprise.