Breakfast

Our lovely ladies day began (properly) with breakfast at Whitmuir. Hot chocolates with all the gubbins plus a nice bacon roll - just the ticket.

Then it was down to Stobo for a few hours of loafing. Marred slightly by discovering that most of the headrests in the hyrdopool are loose again, just waiting for some other poor soul to get their hair caught. (I'll be expressing my concern and disappointment on that tomorrow).

What a lovely couple of days. Back to it tomorrow.