Frosty kind

Layered up with no nod to fashion whatsoever we met up with Dave's mum and hit the beach...tripping over the Ellon rugby club juniors training at -2 in shorts, are they wise????

Six bags of rubbish later and we kinda wished we had waited to walk all the way out and fill up on our return rather than fill up on the way and drag it all the way back. You live 'n learn. Max didn't mind, he was living it up with every dog running free on the beach.

Warm up and grub at Formartines. Passed amazing ice formations by a field on the way home. Too dangerous to stop for photos with speedy cars whizzing past.

Game of rapidough tonight to keep Tess amused.

P.s If anyone has lost a clog, it's hanging off a driftwood branch on the beach waiting to be reunited.