East Lothian

So, a lazy morning lip-reading Andy Murray's cursing and swearing at the Australian Open followed by a lunch at the local hostelry and it was back up the road. It was a nice weekend (backblips here and here), but far too short and there was no way I could justify the ridiculous amount of clothes I'd taken. It is a lovely part of the world and a nice change from the city's bustle.

A quick pop into Lady F's firstborn's hoose for a cup of tea and an envious sniff of her chickpea surprise tea and I was on my way home.