Brick Hound

Joe was playing footie in Porty so I drove him along and took the wee man too.

The sun had made an appearance, and it seemed like half of Edinburgh had the same idea, so the beach was rammed and there wasn’t a seat to be had in a coffee shop.

So, we ambled along the beach, unearthed some buried treasures, then caught the last few minutes of the match. Great to have a catch up with Wee Al too after many years.