We walked into Dunbar this morning. We had a wander around the high street and the harbour. Phil nearly died on the cliffs whilst we tried to find a non windy spot to sit without being pooed on. We went back into town for a hot choc and a paper read before heading back home along the cliffs. Mum and I didn't even attempt the rocks this time, I totes didn't have suitable footwear so we walked along the top instead. We had a Clare family polo challenge on the walk back but we had to keep shouting to each other over the cliff to see who was winning. Dad won.

We came back for some lunch, Phil and I played some cards and I dazzled everyone with my card trick skills (not), I researched some good place to go in Edinburgh, knitted, watched The Voice and ate dinner. We watched a the first Bourne film and decided we would all be pretty good spies... unless we got nose whistle whilst trying to be quiet. That would be a nightmare.

A game of scrabs, blip, bed.