Kinky Boots

Loads of odd shoes decorating the branches of this tree on the banks of the River Forth between the two Kinky Bridges near Kincardine. 

Nope. No idea either.

Early start this morning, made even earlier by the clocks springing forward, and made even more painful by the amount of drink consumed into the wee small hours, so that Euan could head off to play in his first competitive American Football match. Did well so he did, scoring and receiving the Most Valuable Player award. Pity we were all too shattered to make it along to support him, next time though.

When we did manage to shift our sorry asses this afternoon, it was on a refreshing, head clearing, hangover chasing stroll for me and the missus, before being dragged around the shopping aisles on the weekly shop and buying reduced to clear Easter Eggs in bashed up boxes. 

Living the high life.