River Rubbing

Another in the river rubbings series. I am not doing well on collecting these! My last one was way back then. I really like this one, up on the old railway path near Spylaw.

I saw my dad today. He was looking a bit withered, and was feeling sheepish after an accident in the kitchen. We had our usual food-based conversation. My dad is an excellent cook.

It was the Bug's nativity play this afternoon. He gave us a cracking great smile and a wave when he spotted us in the audience. He was the innkeeper.