Up with the hound to let Her sleep on; we settled in to watch MOTD and eventually She woke; and off out into a bright clear cold day on the 16 to trek back from Silverknowes.

Down the fields; through the woods, onto the beach and back along the sand / shore / grass / woodland. 

A happy dog meant we could enjoy a peaceful brunch.

A gentle afternoon of pottering quietly before we decamped back to Her's (She bussed it, I biked and got bits for dinner)

A ridiculous RTC pork tenderloin (£1.54) was dished up with a honey / ginger / soy / garlic sauce (and some roast potatoes too) . The dog spent the evening on his back; feet in the air.