Bayview, Clowly Brae

I ferried home my mother today and then attended a party in Houton.  The partridge and raisin tablet wasn’t widely appreciated.  We then gazed at the sparkly tub of destiny (according to my SiL).  Dougal was ill so we had to forego the whisky tasting.

I remember my Grandad cutting a pickled walnut in half and telling me it was pickled monkey brains.