Wimping Out

Sue and I cancelled our dunk in the sea this morning because the waves were predicted to be even more enormous than yesterday which were apparently fearsome. It is fun to jump waves, but not fun to be bowled over by them especially if the outside temperature is round about zero.

This meant I had time to track the return of Porty daughter from Sharjah, where she had been on grandmotherly duties with baby Julia, to Glasgow and onward to Edinburgh. You do learn a lot about geography if you track aeroplanes over Asia and Europe.

Once I saw she had landed safely it was time to meet the Merry Widows for lunch at Cafe Andaluz. Black pudding and apple sauce with accompanying ‘patatas bravas’ slipped down nicely.

We lingered so long at the table that my blip shows the sun setting, giving the effect of George Heriot’s School being on fire.