Line to Longannet

Having Mandy's mum here is generally grand but especially good around 9pm when she starts nodding off. This is the universal sign that it's time to put your shoes and coat on an head to pub, although this is only a reasonable response when you're certain that the kids will stay asleep.

This morning I had the longest lie in I don't know how long (10.30am!) again thanks to Linda having the sleep patterns of a four year old. A bit of breakfast and then Mandy uttered her least often heard line, "why don't you go out photographising". Thats my pressies wrapped then. Took a wee drive along to Culross but it was a bit disappointing. Too much harsh bright sun. Kincardine wasn't much better so I came home and made some rubbish bread for Ewan (his favourite - white milk bread with honey) and a steak pie for tea. It's nearly ready.

This is the rail line that brings imported coal from Hunterston to the Longannet power station. Spot the rabbit prints.