Fine day in St Andrews.

To the East of Neuk. A day we may regret. We are giving serious serious consideration to purchasing a second home. Madness I know. My chest hurts. We shall sleep upon it in the hope that sense comes to us in the night.

Meanwhile Murdo (who is one year old tomorrow) had mad daft chasings with an equally mad daft schnauzer on the east sands in St Andrews. Grand blethers with its owners while they pretended to tear lumps out of one another (the dogs, not their owners).