Marvellous red

A lovely corner of Coupar Angus.



The end to another working week and the count down to the new facet of my job.

Tomorrow I make my annual surrupticious visit to pick a nag for The national and put a quid on it.

Ok, I may not be the average punter, but I have had a fair result most years. Problem is I never remember how to actually put a bet on and have to scrabble around asking scornful regulars, who I'd rather not get better aquainted with.

Time will tell if fortune favours the unwise.