At Mr Smiths Bridge

Had a wander around the Mr Smith Haddington area whilst waiting for Luke.

I had only drunk water throughout yesterdays occasion as I enjoy such events much better without alcohol racing round my veins, but I woke this morning with a head like a hammer pounding.
Perhaps it was a 'pudding' overdose as there were so many cakes and desserts that the tables housing them were a mile long. How could I merely choose some piddly little amount in a bowl, it would have been bad manners surely.