Black Gull

I really don’t like ‘town seagulls‘, just rats with wings. All the young gulls are trying out their wings now, starting at first light and screaming their lungs out. Joy.
I’ve been in a post-golf funk most of the day. That’ll teach me, yet again, to temper my expectations. My last competition of the summer and probably just as well!
It’s been a scorcher again and still nice this evening so we wandered up to the allotment where I picked berries and S did the watering before we detoured past The Tiq on the way home. A couple of beers hit the spot quite nicely and happily the pub wasn’t hooching. No Deuchars though and they’re not stocking it anymore - no demand apparently.