The Fife Side

*backblip*

We decided to stay at my parents house for a few days after our borders holiday. The plan was that my lovely husband would work from a wifi enabled cafe and the boys and I would hang out and enjoy Dundee adventures, lunching with my dad and meeting up with my mum whenever she finished work. We reckoned we would stay for Monday and Tuesday but it worked so well we ended up forcing ourselves to go home on the Thursday.

Today in the afternoon we crossed the bridge to the south side and split into two groups, walking and cycling a section of the coast path and meeting and swopping groups in the middle.

In the evening, after an evening service at church, my dad spent a good while searching in the thorny bushes for my middle son's left 'mouldy' which he had lost earlier in the day during a dramatic kick in a post Sunday school football match. He returned triumphant, if a little scratched and his grandson was over the moon.

Thankfully