Old stomping ground

We were supposed to be going out tonight, but Roz was was shattered so instead we just visited some friends.

On the way there we stopped in Stockbridge for a baked tattie. It brought back a few memories as it was right next to where my old record shop used to be and the baked potatoes from the shop we went to used to form a large part of my staple diet at the time.

I did get a shot of the old record shop too, but it looks a bit dull these days.