Notwithstanding the Aforementioned

Ir all worked out rather well - the 8.49 to Helensburgh is a relaxing start to the day, and the 13.56 home gets in at 15.50, by which time it's hardly worth going the wrong way back to the office for 20 minutes.  There is, however, plenty of time for picking up some BBQable treats and getting it fired up and cooked while the sun is still in the right place, and while dancing to Daft Punk in the back garden. 

Quick trip to the allotment for a bit of tidying up. Must give the mini adventure some thought.

The grown-ups had Sirloin Steak.  Yum.   Also:  see the garden progress in the background.