Nodding off.

We’d visitors. Our older son, daughter-in-law and their wee daft dog dropped in after a night on the ferry from Shetland. The dog had had a busy week full of experiences and love. She was her usual boisterous self, but fighting sleep like a child does, when she sat still. We enjoyed their holiday tales.

We walked around an area we know well, through houses and along a path by the burn. And then on the beach, where it was a sandblasting sort of late afternoon walk. We noticed a bit of media work was underway on the Old Course, making some of the wee clips they’ll no doubt slot into the 150th Open coverage.