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A nice day with the in-laws down from Pittenweem. To the Scran and Scallie for the first time. I can recommend the £15 set lunch menu. Crowded even on a Monday lunchtime. Good beer on tap too.

Later I walked the mighty Hector around Inverleith park as he was greeting for his family-o.

(Correction: The Boss informs me it is not 'greeting' (Poncy English) but 'greetin' (True Inverleithein).

In fact I shouted to Hecker as he drew unwanted attention to my studied nonchalance,

'Och, gon' stop greeting'

but I still pronounced the 'g'. A long way to go yet to assimilate, I fear.)

A woman dog owner in the park - for they know best - told me I'd be better off letting Hector off his lead for a run. I gave her the flat side of my face knowing Hecker would be off to Pilton before you could say, 'It's an Executive Order'.


Took a crappy photo of the castle before turning in.