Tractor!

.... down t'farm for Jenna's 15th birthday breakfast, and as usual young Finbar wasted no time in getting in amongst the polly tunnels and dangerous spikey farming implements.

After last nights technicolor yawn exploits on Princes Street, Owen was confined to quarters and unfortunately Nancy started to succumb too. Both are now confined to bed with basins and glasses of water.

Got lost for a bit watching the World Pipe Band Championships, but now back in the room ironing shirts and making lunches....