Portmoak

This morning we packed up our Crail rental and travelled east to Stirling, stopping off at Portmoak for a quick visit at the gliding club (spot the glider in the photograph). Mr Flossmo used to be a member there and I have flown from the site on a few occasions. We had a quick cuppa and a few reminiscences. 

We arrived in Stirling, after some naughtiness from the satnav and a few swearwords from me, to meet friends for lunch at the River House. We then adjourned to theirs for coffee, garden tour, art review and lots of chat. We are now in a studio flat near Doune. The silence is quite amazing and here I am sitting in daylight with the doors open at 9:30. Marvellous.