The Bass Rock

I awoke quite late and the house was silent, which resulted in me leaping out of bed in a panic.  I then realised that TT was already up, but feared that BB was still fast asleep.  His bedroom door was shut, but the bed was empty when I looked in.  Whew!  He was getting ready for school.  I went back to bed to recover and to read my book for a while.  It was strange for TT and I to both be off work, but for BB to be at school.  Strange, but I am not complaining! 
 
Later in the morning I popped into town for a  couple of things and came home and made lunch, by made I really mean heated up the leftovers from yesterday’s lunch.  It was a bright-ish day so we headed over to North Berwick for a wander.   The rugby pitch was covered in oystercatchers – who must have found some rich pickings – but not oysters.  We walked down the Glen and along the beach.  There was a lovely light which was ever changing.  We then came back through the town centre back to the car and then a supermarket visit. 
 
We had TT’s homemade pizza for tea.  There was no movie tonight, just more of Mortimer and Whitehouse.
 
This is the often blipped Bass Rock