Silver Surfer

A trip with dad to East Fortune Sunday Market, which exists somewhere just beyond the edge of civilization as we know it. Ever wondered where those really crap track suits and hoodies come from? Wonder no more. Have to say that it looked particularly naff in the driving rain and wind today.

And so we retreated to Merry Hatton for hot refreshments and where we bumped into my dad's cousin and her mum, 76 and ninety-odd years respectively and looking great and with an attitude to match. Boy, I hope I inherited those genes. Particularly entertaining was dad getting a mild lecture in being more positive from his Aunty Nancy!

The windsurfer was blipped at Longniddry Bay.