Beach living

After a slowish start (was the fizz a good idea I wonder?) and a packing panic when we thought some clothes had vanished (they hadn't, they are being delivered to France, not here), we were on the road north for a small taste of our old life. Some friends made the trip down to Yellowcraigs beach (Gullane being a little busy with some sort of golf thing) and we got caught up a bit, then went our separate ways with promises of a proper meet up and a meal next time.

Off to Edinburgh then to our hotel, a change of room after a mysteriously wet floor in the first room, dinner and now some telly slobbing.