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St Andrews! So after a read of the papers and breakfast sitting out the back, we took ourselves down to the Gatty and the east sands. All very nostalgic. Ah, where is Margherita now?
But then we’d to leave - as they wanted rid of us, having secured a booking to thwack their tiny balls round the course at Kingsbarns.
Home via the usual overpriced farm shoppery nonsense. Honestly.
And later, out to meet the boys in the Diggers - and a full complement of cyclists. We’re already in the mood - and first up - a Zappa tribute band next Wednesday. That’s proper training.