The son in the Tap

The lad popped round to visit and have a good blether with the pair of us about his future plans (amongst other things) before he legs it back to Manchester this weekend.
I then took him along to the Tap (Edinburgh Camra Branch pub of the year apparently) for a beer or two.
Here he is adjusting his hair in the pub mirrors in readiness for a photo.
But, it being a Wednesday, there had to be another port of call. And the son popped along awhile. We're all getting older this coming year - Big John hits seventy, Lol 69, MrT 68. Even the young'uns are getting older. I may have to do a bit of planning myself. If I'm spared, of course.