Wee City

I had a Wee Day Out in the Wee City today, meeting Junior for lunch at our favourite Greek restaurant. 

It was delicious... again. 

I broke with the habits of 20+ years and took the train, mainly to avoid adding to the "festive" carnage in town and city centres. It worked well (and only £1 each way for us wrinklies) so I must do it more often. 

He is off to Rīga for a couple of days next week, and I am full of envy. He has been before - it was for ice hockey and now he wants to see something other than hotel/ice arena/pubs/fast food joints. 

The train timings allowed me to stroll around Dunfermline a little before lunch, so I Blipped the Abbot House. It has a lovely wee cafe (bizarrely named "Prost") on the ground floor.