St Abbs

A blowy walk along the coastal path this afternoon. I mean very blowy. We caught our breath in the Anchor Inn before heading along to the Craw Inn and then on big Phil's abode. Sleeping bags out. Pillows puffed, and then, time for the amuse bouche. That's leek and tattie soup. Followed by Phil's Moroccan chicken. I think we may have enough wine. Just. Though there was supposed to be enough for two nights, I dimly remember...