Porty

It’s been yonks since we were down at Portobello Prom but the sun was shining, the heavy coats were on ... off we went! And it was a grand day for a wander along the promenade, chilly but grand. Grabbed lunch at Dalriada, headed to the Wash House for a tea party, then I bussed it to the other side of town because the Jambos had another chance to upset the bookies’ odds and reach the Cup semi-final.
Hang on to your hats ... Holy Maloney, they won! Not just that but for most of the match they were the better team. Of course, there may be much talk about the refereeing which was bizarre at times. Late on the guy behind me shouted “Look, the ref’s gone to the back post to head in the equaliser!”. By then, nothing would have surprised me. Apart from the result, I’ve still got a mild case of euphoria about that (no self-isolation needed). Hampden here we come!

An update on the latest sourdough attempt: still too wet a dough but baked it in a smaller pot so at least didn’t end up with another flatbread. Tastes good though, usually does no matter the shape.