Slainte!

After a day of getting my massive thatch shorn and running around like the proverbial fly with the blue arse, it was an undiluted pleasure to meet up with one of my oldest friends and my (definitely!) oldest brother at Waverley station. After a certain amount of settling in, unpacking and re-assembling, we had an excellent feed at P Xpress and then a wee night cap at home. We spoke of Ogatodomar and listened to him on CD whilst pouring water into our whisky from the beautiful jug he made.  :-)