Wittenpeem

A day out of town - to Pittenweem for their celebrated Art Festival. Rightly celebrated, certainly for the bakery in the High Street.
And the light, darlings, was delightful. Clear as a bell. Or a whistle. And lumme, we almost bought an artwork. A horrible big bright thing. I’ve no idea what we were thinking. Some collective madness. The intoxicating light. And so many people we met seemed light headed too, if the number of compliments that the SK got for her get up is anything to go by.
Back via Elie, stuffed full of the Edinburgh chattering classes. A delightful time sitting outside the Ship with P&K. Chattering of course, and not with the cold for once. Well I wasn’t - I was properly dressed, wasn’t I.