Scots Baronial

A morning up at Chambers Street with the son; some very entertaining tales I did hear. And then we went for lunch - we’d to throw in the towel at a brunch place as the food hadn’t arrived after 30 minutes and they suddenly realised the kitchen didn’t know about our order. And the place was near empty. Gagh. On to Pizza Express instead. Salad!
Later some scrubbing of canvas work, which actually happened, before getting on my horse and heading a long long way north through snowy mountains to get on the trail of Flaco Hernandez. 
And then a most enjoyable evening in the company of Messrs W,McC,T and the Prof. Cromarty’s Happy Chappy was the beer of choice. For the record. And then - a miracle - for who was waiting for the last 23 down the hill but Billy! (extra) I gave the wee chap a big bear hug. He’d taken unwell early September and had a bit of surgery on his old colon; he went as far as describing how he was cut open. Maybe that bear hug wasn’t such a great idea.