House party

Bid a reluctant farewell to the Skirling House Hotel after a superb breakfast with the rest of the band.. 

With the owners away overnight, we'd had the place to ourselves.  Which meant there was nobody to complain about our post-gig singalong - still going strong when Mo and I headed for bed at 3:30.

Happily, when we got home we found that Sean and Sara hadn't felt the need to kill the kids.  They did a fine job of keeping an eye on the lads.