Summer in Scotland

Knocked flat by the previous day’s extravaganza and totally knocked out by the following day’s congratulations from all you lovely blippers; the dizzying ascent up the popular charts to No1 position culminating in a last minute favourite from ‘imindoors. King of the hill. Top of the heap. I even kicked off my vagabond shoes as we lay on the beach.
A bit of a biffy sail back to Granton though. Wind against tide and all that - but the nippers recovered in time to cook us a fabulous meal for their last night using so many ingredients that we didn’t even know we had. And without touching my fish fingers. That’s inventive, that is.