Dad, pretend you are...

....an archeologist and I'm a creature who eats scientists. Sneak past me.

"Ok son, here goes".................................damn..caught.

Found ourselves up Corstorphine Hill this afternoon, killing time before we delivered chummeryken's old wagon to a buyer. Mrs Scobes was a wee bit sad as its another bit of her dad that she's given up. ...I think the first anniversary of his death in a few days isn't helping.

Top weekend, and I've polished it off with leftover food from Mrs Scobes' entertainment of the Bellevue Mum Chums last night. I love leftovers.