Another day, another child being forcibly marched along a straight road.

To the buzzing urban sprawl that is St Margarets Hope. Postcards were purchased, prose applied, then posted. 

The park was next but they've kinda outgrown it which is a shame. Although not entirely. See extra.

Then Doull's where we laid in supplies of local artisan delicacies (ice cream, obv).
 
Back to the hoose and a late lunch of soup and sandwiches. Then we set about returning the bike to the Kirkhouse. Tom cycled ahead and managed to sneak a lift back up all the hills with my bro's Maw in Law. Third encounter this week, no chat. Strange. (But not, maybe ignorant is better)

And a relaxed macaroni cheese / Bulgaria v England/ stove on evening. Old Pulteney was deployed.