West End

Friday evening but a change of pub venue as, with just me and JacktheLad available for selection, we met up in Mathers, the tram whisking J almost door to door and saving his wee legs after a day spent tramping the East Lothian coast. He was a bit wabbit but fair enjoyed that first pint! So we shot the breeze for a while, quaffed a few and headed home. Jack didn’t walk.