Snowdrops

We check out of the Point A and wander slowly towards central, vaguely looking for brunch. We get to Central Station without finding anything open or suitable.

Greggs has a huge queue, so we opt for the Blue Lagoon which advertises breakfast rolls. When we order two black pudding rolls, it turns out that they use a whole, battered, deep fried black black pudding. So, we split one between two rolls - and then have to shell out another 30p for a sachet of HP sauce. The puddings are surprisingly good.

Train to Carluke. Car home. Snooze the afternoon away. Then I hang my curtains.