The Best Things in Life

Ok, he may be able to completely demolish my high scores in Temple Run and I wouldn't last five seconds in a firefight with him any Modern Warfare scenario, but I can still chuck stones further, faster and more accurately than he can. For now.

We wandered down by the Forth whilst Euan's big sister put in a couple of hours work in the nearby café. We climbed over barbed wire fences and headed off the main path to try and track down the remains of the old mansion that used to be down there. We found what must've been the markings of where the foundations had been, and a couple of odd looking doorways that had steps leading off down into dark water and mud filled holes. We picked up small pieces of decorated ceramics that might've once belonged to the big house. I fell on my arse in the mud/sheep shit mix which Euan thought was hilarious (an impressive fall I thought in the way I managed to keep the camera free from any harm at the expensive of going wrist deep into the mud). Euan found a leather football that had probably been washed in on the tide and kicked that around until he was so warm he had to take his jacket off. And then we scrambled to the top of this pile of rocks and played target practice for a bit.

Our GPS tracker told us we averaged 1.6mph and it took us an hour and forty minutes to walk less than three miles. But you know what? We weren't in any rush whatsoever.