To Limekilns

The long promised overnight trip to Limekilns. The trip wasn’t overnight, I should be clear. Victualled up in a way which suggested we may be away for several nights, we left Granton at 15:00 and arrived at 17:50 which may have been a tad early, as we promptly ran aground in the harbour. Little by little though we inched our way to the pontoon and soon we were tied up and enjoying a beer with the local head brewer.
Fortified, I whistled up the wonderful cassoulet and tatties, surely the world’s brownest meal. Followed by strawberry tarts.
And then we stepped along to the Ship where we found the aforementioned brewer and his muse. And what was on tap but his very excellent Elgin Summer Ale. Named after the local bigwig who nicked the marbles. There may be some connotation there about losing your own, I guess. It’s very moreish indeed.
Then back to be rocked to sleep.