Mocktails

Glasgow daughter was in town today with Nina and Ewan, so what better way to spend the time than to meet for coffee and mocktails in George Street where the tourists are largely absent.

I heard all about their camping trip to France, staying on a farm in Burgundy where the children could interact with the animals and hear nothing but French spoken, belying the myth that everyone everywhere speaks English. Fortunately their father speaks French fluently and their Mum adequately.

Home to His Lordship sitting in the sun and the anti Trump protest rally congregating in the Meadows following the march through the city. Happily it is far enough away that we are hardly involved in the noise but instead look out on two peaceful cricket matches, which present a whole different world to the discord around them.