The Bridge

More planning.. laying out chronologically what eating may be required in a four day trip. I gave up at day three - there are shops in Dunbar after all, I’m reliably informed. Having produced said list, it was whisked away and processed by the secretarial team who re-sorted it into aisle order round our local Waitrose. From memory! That’s a skill. 
Come 5pm we scooted along to our reserved outside table at the Dreadnought to meet the daughter, s-i-l and the small one. More birthday presents. Beers, and a cuddly mallard duck! The north wind being beyond chilly and the service in the Dreadnought being worse than non-existent, we upped sticks and headed to Basil. Actually rather OK inside and …  warm! OK that’s enough fantasising about warmth: the summer is heading west and everywhere further south is off the travel bridge list. Time to get the thicker duvet back on.