The Seventh Day

Well, clearly a day of rest was called for. But no such luck - more birthday shenanigans - and in the middle of it, a birthday cake was produced, as the sister and some of her brood came through to cavort. And very enjoyable it was too. Though the most relaxing bit was after they’d headed back westwards and I was able to sit outside the Starbank awhile with my kiddiewinkies looking out across the Forth.