Just obeying the sign

With the boys at Gail and Peter's, Mo and I (and Molly) are spending the weekend at Stenton. Get up late, go to buy a few bits and pieces, and then head to Garvald to get some lunch.

The pub is full of bikers - there's some motorbike rally or other taking place - who seem to go out of their way to be friendly and polite.

Later on, we take Molly for a stroll, and find loads of fungi that look both good and evil - though whether they really are or not, I couldn't say. We decide not to try foraging for our tea.