A gentle AM at home; before I headed off to Hers via Easter Road to seek green and white adornements for the older lad. Christmas is a comin' after all. 

From Hers, we took the bikes to Porty to meet Baz and his hound; She left sharpish as the daughter was home alone and there existed the possibility of her exiting against her mother's wishes, so Baz and I sauntered up the beach, kicking the ball for Fenton and chatting.

At dusk, I went back to town; for dinner and more Normal People. Maybe I should read the book? Surely it'll be quicker than watching it?

Extra - hardy souls making use of the sea