2 hours to kill

Rory had a theatre visit to make in the very posh Loretto school in Musselburgh - this was to see a girl that's NOT his girlfriend (his emphasis!), so that left me with a couple of hours to kick around when really I should have been home ironing.
After the watching a horse-race at Musselburgh race course (approx 0.2 secs of action as they wooshed by) I wandered round the fabulously grubby Sam's junk yard in Prestonpans, before having a mooch around the Prestongrange heritage place.
At least it wasn't raining...