The obligatory bridge blip

We collected Mrs AB from miserable Musselburgh after she had completed the Edinburgh half-marathon. Our plans for camping in Dunbar had been scuppered by the weather warning of gale force winds. Call me a fair-weather camper, but in this case I think we mde the right choice.

Later we ended up in South Queensferry where this poor family were being sandblasted by the wind whipping across the beach.