Eyemouth

A short trip on down the coast to Eyemouth, a place I do declare which I've never been to. Not that I can remember, anyway. And what a lovely little place it is too. Well, the harbour certainly is, on a sunny day, at least.
We sat out on the back of the boat to eat, right across from the Hip Hotel*, and then later on we did stroll round to the amusingly named Contented Sole. And in there was Neville and his crew from the Granton dredger. More blethers. I think I need a bit of arty or footy chat. I wonder if the wind will strengthen a bit tomorrow?

*Previously known as the Ship.
Btw that's seals in the harbour. Wow.