Fly Cuppas

I fancied a wee fly cup of coffee this afternoon so we made our way to The Waterside, a wee restaurant, coffee shop, and fishing club just along the road. It was hoaching with folk, some tourists I suspect, and we chose to sit outside, watching over the man made lake or lochette, as I think of it. The fishing club keeps the waters well stocked with trout and the vast majority of fish are thrown back after being weighted and photographed. This older man was a dab hand at the fly fishing and he amused me for a while but caught nothing.

Back home for a treat tonight. Some fillet steak, with beans and chips. Good old Morrisons meat; it’s always tender and rather succulent.