Pub lunch

JR had an assignation this afternoon, and as it was conveniently near Summerhall - one of our favourite dog friendly venues, with the choice of a cafe, outside seating and a quirky pub - we went to the pub.

But first, JR and Archie walked across the Meadows. I got the bus, as I was intending walking back, and both ways was just too much. As I came round on the bus, I could see the pair of them away in the distance. They didn’t see me or the bus. I blew my whistle, and while JR was panicking that it was some random person, Archie came running towards my waving arms. And the main road - hence JR's panic.

A nice lunch and a half of Barney's best pal ale was had. Dogs on a lead of course. But one wee scraggy dog was running around barking, and getting Archie agitated. I mentioned to the barman, who had come to pat Archie,

'That dog thinks he owns the place.'
'He does - that's his owner.'

Apparently his owner owns the whole place, and the dog is naughty, runs around everywhere, and wees in the wrong places, but has the run of the place.

After our pleasant lunch, when one group of gin distillery tour folk finished carrying their free bottles, and the next group assembled with their G&Ts, we walked home. (3,615 steps). Well, Archie and I did, while JR went off to her meeting.

I was too stuffed to walk round to vote in the EU Elections. Didn’t want to vote for any of 'em anyway.