Caw

These rooks were making a racket at the Straiton Retail Park this afternoon. I'd be making a racket too if I had to spend more than ten minutes in that godforsaken dump.

A full and useful day dealing with dad and his affairs, including a trip to his old golf club (the Glen at North Berwick) where we had lunch with Bill, and he had a chat with a few of his former golf mates.