Choppy waters on the canal
The wind was whipping up earlier this afternoon, though it seems to have died down again. I walked out to Clachnaharry and had Cullen Skink along with my pint. If you don't know its a soup made with smoked haddock and potatoes. (Sometimes it's called smoked haddock chowder.) It was good, and I got a huge bowl of it for a fiver. Not bad at all. It would have been a great day had I not lost part of a document, due to my own stupidity. Was I always stupid, or am I getting better at it?