Camp

Since the rain had done its raining it made sense to hang around for another day rather than pack a wet tent and have to dry it at home. So there was a wee trip to Jedburgh and a walk around Swinnie Woods, neither of which were hugely exciting but pleasant enough. It turns out that a couple of cheap tennis rackets lets you run a wee dog to exhaustion chasing the balls, without actually having to make much effort yourself. That was good to discover.

It being Sunday, the campsite emptied and we have the place pretty much to ourselves. Which is fine, apart from the people in the woods with torches.