From Perth...

...to Anstruther. An over night stop. Out for a meal with my sibling (he appears in one of yesterdays photos, and sadly no, he is not HRH Prince Michael of Curmudgeon) and partner. Cracking meal at the Ship Inn in Elie, overlooking the harbour. Superb, until a hen party arrived, What a racket, all good natured but these were loud ladies. Our waitress informed us they were also expecting a stag party in too. Thankfully we were just about ready to leave. So back for more blethers, far too much wine and a late night viewing of Sharknado on Netflix. The film is so dreadful it is brilliant, or maybe that was the wine talking.

This morning a subdued hung-over stroll around the waterfront with coffee. Altogether agreeable. Time to get back home and feed my chicken.