Having a Laugh

Out on the boat with good old Uncle Fred, as I've meant to do so many times. And at last, with huge thanks to MrW, we made it happen - a spin over to Aberdour (above) where we picnicked and then back again. And a beautiful day for it. If he's got any old pals left, he can hopefully tell them all about it. 86 year old blokes are a bit thin on the ground.
Later, there was the usual pensioner meet up thing at the Cafe Royal but this time we sashayed over to the communal drinking area that is St Andrew Square. And we had a fine time, despite the absence of MsV (if you're reading this) until MsF fell aff her perch. Literally. There's always one. Actually, it's always her.