Fife

I did quite a bit of stuff today, but almost none of it photogenic. In fact, none of it. So I snapped the calendar I'm sending to my lovely bro in the Far South. Such memories, e.g. where Mr H gambolled as a wee lad, and where his dad rests under Largo Law. And the bandstand in Cupar - I did a gig there once!

(That isn't a thermonuclear air blast over Lochore btw, it's just a reflection from the lamp!)