15 minutes to go.

Warming up.

Friday night rugby, our younger son’s team playing in Edinburgh. My wife and I, older son and wife and wee dog, went through.

Rain went off beforehand; a cold evening - first duvet jacket and woolly hat game of the winter. A convincing win made the trip worthwhile.

Younger son had a bit of a bashed face when we spoke at full time, it’ll be sore tomorrow.