Hair of the dog

I’m in Edinburgh now and it seems that the rain has followed me here from Dumfries. Wet, wet rain. The kind which soaks you through in minutes.

So we are on a bit of a pub crawl:-) Well one pub to eat at and another for Luke to meet up with his friend Tom who is returning to London tomorrow. They were selling hot gin with fennel and coriander, served in a pretty cup (see extra) - how could I refuse?