The Bass rocks on

Luke and I went for a carvery at a local golf club, thereby having our Sunday roast and no washing-up to do after. There were blue skies in patches today and the sun shone a bit. The carrying of my umbrella was quite unnecessary.
We had a nice wander around North Berwicks beaches and then went to Lukes because he'd kindly recorded the mens final at Wimbledon.
I only ever back personalities and talent, I never go for favouring a country. If I like a person because they seem affable (what does anyone really know though!) then I cheer them on with gusto.
OK, so sometimes I get carried away because of their looks (as in, if it was George Clooney) but that's not so often.