Going green

No takers for this chap, then. Five minutes of his bagpipes and the place cleared - apart from the cricketers playing to the right of shot.

After a lovely cappuccino with Lady F's firstborn and Lucy (who informed me she didn't like her photo) and a persuasive bicycle-purchasing chat, I meandered back via the shops to stock up on veg. After my time in Arran when I consumed ridiculous amounts of rubbish I have decided to go veggie for a while in an attempt to eat more healthily.

Tonight's dish was spaghetti alla genovese. Luverly, especially washed down with a large glass of white. Well, grapes aren't meat are they?