Folly

This folly/summerhouse is in the garden of our holiday home. One of the gardens I should say. Unfortunately it's locked and you can't get in. I guess it's not safe. A shame as it would be a good hideaway. 

The tooth fairy (or fairy tooth as it seems to be called) paid a visit last night and exchanged my grandson's first milk tooth to come out for £2. In my young day it was 6d. 

My sister and BiL are visiting friends in Pittenweem today. The rest of us went to Crail for beachcombing, crabbing, ice cream, rock pool exploration and a rock piling competition. My grandson's entry in extra. Not a prizewinner but a good effort. 

It is a hot sunny day. We are having a BBQ again tonight. 

For my own entertainment and memory I'm recording that the younger of the girls has an alter ego called Livabum Miller who is one week old.