New Year's Day

A fab walk from Tyninghame to Seacliffs, where this was taken. Me and Clara got a little lost on the way home. Oops. Back to mulled cider and the steak pie. For the English contingent the pie was a bit of an anomly. No carrots in the pie, no mushrooms. This is the king of pies and so should not be fussed with. Me and Jules even managed a little bit of pastry in the wood burning stove (it took an hour). A good omen for the coming year I feel.