It's Just Not Right!

Today  was foul - weatherise, I mean. I took a few pictures for Wild Wednesday - wind-lashed trees and louring clouds, but they were just depressing.

Later I called in to the place on the edge of town where the tourist coaches stop. The shop does a fine line in Scottish tat, but I was in search of tins of shortbread to take to exiled friends when we go down south.

What will Aileen make of this? Where's the tartan? The Scottie Dogs? The white heather? The pipers?? 

I just hope she's impressed by the fact that it is 'designer' shortbread!