Sandend

The Moray Coast. Expensive cars. English (and Aberdonian) accents. Converted fisherman's cottages. And the occasional blind 85yr old local man who still uses a band saw daily but incredibly still has all his own fingers. We were visiting Mark and Maggie, Martin's brother and sister in law, on our way to the Port Soy Boat festival. We had barbecued venison for dinner and talked boats and standing paddle boards, whilst Stewart made friends with Ella, a wayward Champagne Golden Retriever. Priscilla looked on regally.