Fish Supper

At Dunbar Harbour.

Over my pyjamas I put trousers and a cardi, a warm jacket and boots and asked my chauffeur to take me for a jaunt to Spott.
It's quite a tiny wee spot (ok, I won't do that here as I exhausted all the 'Spot' puns on Donald while we were there) but there we were in this rather small graveyard with our cameras and when D looked into the church window he saw a lady sitting there alone in prayer. We quickly left as we felt very intrusive.

Then we headed to the harbour at Dunbar to see the seals.
But no fish supper for me, perhaps I will tomorrow.