No, I didn't look under his kilt

It's taken me ages to decide which photo to use for this gorgeous Sunday. The sun shone all day and everything looked wonderful. Mom and I went for a long walk after midday and I took about ten pictures on the beach.

The usual gang of seagulls who hang about at TK Maxx weren't there but we went in for tea and lemon meringue anyway. I came out with a Beans/Sprouts Impossipuzzle and a hat with a feather in it. Don't ask! We went to the Joke Shop in Bridge Street after that to see if I could find something nice for Bony.

'It's for her skeleton,' explained Mom to the hatchet-faced woman who came out from behind the counter. She didn't even smile and served us as if it was the most normal thing in the world for people to wander in to buy wigs for skeletons.

We cut through the grounds of the Savoy Park Hotel going home and I paused to admire the lovely bride in the white car with the top down. (The car had the top down, not the bride). Loads of relatives and friends were taking photos of the bride and groom but I only had eyes for this gorgeous piper. He was stood by the hotel steps and was quite surprised when I weaved my way through and asked if I could take his picture. The heavily tattooed bridesmaids nearby looked most put out!

Track? Well, it had to be something from Scottish rockers Nazareth for me. In my opinion, this is the finest version of this song ever - Love Hurts