Under the Royal Tweed Bridge

In to Berwick with MrM late morning. There were roadworks in Tweedmouth, so rather than wait in a long queue of traffic to cross the road bridge, we parked the car and walked across the Old Bridge.  MrM took a couple of impossible-to-repair guitars back to the shop, and I went for lunch with J and my ex-colleagues. Very good to catch up with everyone - it's been far too long!

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