Dialing it Back Down

From yesterday's eleven, back to zero.

Starting to be a Sunday routine now; drop Euan off for his football practice, shopping (rather do anything else but needed some bits and bobs, and Euan needed a Valentine Card for next week and was a bit too shy/cool to be seen buying that himself), coffee, cake and a chat, then a wee wander. 

This old abandoned windmill/dovecot's on the hill above the practice field and was silhouetting nicely in the strong sunlight this afternoon. Samantha roped in to give it some sense of scale too.

Euan did his best to ignore us as we stood near the sidelines on the way back for some heat in the car and I had to hold Samantha back as one of the big linebackers squirted him three feet up in the air and plonked him straight back down on his arse in the icy mud. She was for taking on the whole defensive line at that point, god knows what'll happen if she ever has to watch him in a proper game.

Home for curry and some Sunday night beers.

Gobsmacked by the response on yesterday's shot, will try my damndest to get around to thanking you. Being such an anti-social misanthrope at the moment though I'm not making any promises, but its' all hugely appreciated.