All That Remains

You can't go far round here without coming across a ruin of some kind or other. Our friends in Leitholm don't have far to seek, this is the view from their front garden.

We were over for lunch and a putting-the-world-to-rights session. I was very surprised when C handed out the pre-lunch Kir Royal, and proposed a toast to the King. I never had C down as a royalist, though I know he likes a a parade, and a bit of ritual. I'm afraid I let the side down a bit by muttering 'over the water', but it was a Pavlovian reaction to being put on the spot. Luckily they don't take me seriously ... I hope.

Extra - the sailor is home from the sea - M's first outing as captain in a yacht race. He loved it, and his team crew did pretty well.