Oxcars again

Out on the water with the son - he'd declared that he wasn't interested in going ashore anywhere so off we set up the firth, despite a westerly. Well, we never got to the bridges, but we did have tea. And tunnocks (not those horrible tea cakes) and at 1pm we went about. How I love talking that nautical talk. Ahoy! Water!
And later Frankee boy boy squeezed in a round of whiskies when the bus was five minutes away. No time for water at all.