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What a strange day. A day off.
Pottered.
Attended funeral of a gentleman and scholar that we met through golf. He took up marathon running at 55, and completed 9 in Boston, New York, UK and elsewhere. Then took up golf, and was as steady as a rock. RIP Frank. 
Dawdled into Stirling to take some pics. Had a full beer can thrown at me by a drunken psychopath. He missed, though I did get a splash on my shoe. 
Funny old world.