Not Woodstock

I was gonna wait awhile, but, before we talked about it. But, maybe we'll talk about it now so you can think about it. Its a free concert from now on! That doesn't mean that anything goes. But, what that means is we're gonna put the music up here for free.

The morning comes and the hills are alive with the sound of ... drum and bass. A walk through the sunshine confirms that, despite the continuing music, the people have dispersed.

Some discussion later and the generator is turned off. I hitch it up and tow it away. The youth enjoyed themselves, tidied up, and went away. And I head off to Kinghorn.

Claire and I wander round the Fife Ecology centre. It’s open day is winding up, and the mini sailing boats are being packed away, the last trips round the loch completed. Then down to Kinghorn beach and a Mr Whippy.

Claire’s RNLI crew are on duty this week, so she can’t go more than 5 minutes away from the lifeboat station. No matter, Kinghorn has everything you could possibly want. Ever. Not.

We tether her phone and watch The Homeman on iPlayer. Star studded, well acted, and decidedly odd.