Back to school

These are the stairs at Dumfries Academy.

Youngest Son is back at school and we are settling into our old routines. Since he starts his Highers this year, he has cut back on after school activities. The ones he has left all seem to fall on a Thursday... rugby, then a trumpet lesson and finally 2 hours of choir. Eating the sandwich I brought him, he says casually " I think I may have given a boy concussion at rugby today. There was a lot of blood and he can't remember what happened." He rolls up his trousers to show.off his Spanish tan to his trumpet teacher. It has clearly been augmented by a lot of mud..Happy days.