A Grand Day Out

The sunshine favoured His Lordship and me as we rolled forth from Edinburgh in a Perryman bus taking us up hill and down dale through moors , wind farms until we reached Lauderdale with its rolling fields of golden wheat ( or was it barley, hard to tell from the bus) looking ready to be harvested and finally on to the market town of Lauder. We were meeting up with Borders friends for lunch at the Firebreak Brasserie in the Main Street.

And ( my English teacher said never to start a sentence with 'and', but after a glass or two of wine whose caring?) a lovely lunch it was too, in a modern restaurant with a shelf of the freesias I've blipped behind our table.

I have known these friends since we lived together in a Hamilton Wimpey land during the dark ages of the 60s and the wife is Godmother to Rannoch Daughter. We have quite a history going back 50 years.

There was much jollity interspersed with eating and we parted promising to have another meal together before they return to their wintering hole in the south of England.

A lovely day in every way.