Collieston

Friends invited me to spend a night with them at a cottage they’d rented in Collieston.  I’d only driven through the village once before so staying in this little gem was a revelation.  All very social, we moved between houses to other friends to catch the last rays of sun - and to sip on gin and tonics.  Another much younger school colleague insisted we join her for a dip in the sea - which we did after much persuasion.  It was a amazing -  glorious bobbing about up to our necks and catching up with gossip - and she 
insisted it would stave off dementia.  Got a bit burned and woke up the next morning a rather unflattering shade of beetroot!