Smell ye later

Sand. Ol'Boot. Shells?

I think this was a day out in Cramond.

The one where we were embraced by the locals and heard (several times) the tale of how one met Tori Amos and subsequently was written about in one of her songs.

That was a pretty fantastic bowl of pub chips we had too.

Ah memories! Back blipping does have one or two pleasant sides to compensate for the rsi it inflicts.