Heesh had hish chipsh

The lighthouse at the end of the Western Breakwater Leith.

I've always fancied this when my Lotto numbers come up, as a Bondesque lair.

A quick powerboat hop to Anstruther for the fish van in the company of muscled orientals in orange jump suits toting harpoon guns.

Or a game of golf at Kingsbarns with a gold obsessed Latvian


Thanksh for all the best wishes on the 365