On yonder hill, there stood a coo...

....it's not there noo, it must have shifted.

Last night was inevitably quieter than Friday, with a big drive home today, it was important to throttle-back on the drams. A large cooked breakfast, followed by a stroll around the village and a visit to Mairi to view her spectacular new self-build house, preceded our reluctant exit for home.

Cracking weekend in my favourite part of the world and only three weeks until our next visit.