Carrubbers Close

Cigs opportunities were thin on the ground today.

Mostly I was plodding along the Fife Coastal Path, engaged in an al fresco brainstorming session with the CEO, Head of Communications and the Financial Controller. The Head of Strategy is on a bit of Zen Buddhism kick at the moment, so we were 'advised' that walking and talking would produce interesting results.

After the session, it was back into town on the train for dinner with now retired Jim. Zara's on Rose Street. A few beers to quench the thirst and some et sote.

Between the train and the table, I pounced, diving up Carrubbers Close (oo-er matron) before stomping along to Rose Street, and... Well, I made it home... Social media suggests I had a good evening...!