Floodlit sunset

George had a rugby tournament after school, playing with a team of mostly P7 kids.  He enjoyed it, in spite of the biting cold and the 3G pitch they were playing on (though one of his knees has paid the price). 

The final turned out to be a Dunbar v Dunbar match. 

Earlier I'd overheard one of the kids from another school talking to his mates: "those guys are Dunbar," he said. "They're professionals."  

Not entirely sure why he thought that, but it made George laugh when I told him.