Nipped out...

...at lunch time to take this boy to the Golf Club. It was either that or I’d need to spend my afternoon stopping people from lynching him and that would have got in the way of my home-working, lol.

Gosh he knows how to wind folk up...he has a heart of pure gold but a tormenting side to him too that he just does not know when to rein in.

That was him until tea time though so peace reigned.

After dinner it was time to drop him off at Rowing training.

MrR, the Fangler and I headed on to Logie Cemetery and put some flowers up for the Mammy, 16 years ago today she left us. Never met any of her Grandsons, she’d have loved them all...particularly the mischievous side of this one.

We then walked the dog round Airthrey Loch before going to collect the Rooster from training. Managed to catch him out on the water, he was in a quad.

There is something quite satisfying listening to the oars and rowers working together, synchronised as the boat cuts along the river. His Grandpa would love that he is out on that river...as a laddie he grew up in Causewayhead and the river Forth was his playground.

Grateful for family.