Fisherrow

While Osh and Joe were at the Fort I popped down to the harbour at Fisherrow, at which point the heavens really opened. A quick blip then I scurried back to the car, I certainly wasn’t going to sit at the table even if Clark’s Bros had some fine looking pots of crayfish tails in the window display.

Earlier I’d had a meeting for a few hours over a few too many coffees. Later, I imagine there’ll be Champions League footie.