unadventuresome

After another early-morning wake-up return-to-sleep-fail session the wingpiglet was again fitted into his warmest clothes, stuffed in the backpack and taken out to enjoy the bracing sea air. I think the next time we're through there I'll bring the front-loading papoose so that his face can be made to be slightly more sheltered. He was much happier in the warmer afternoon on another trundle significantly further inland when we walked out to meet Nicky and her mum (who had driven the 1.4 miles to the destination) to look at the Ayr version of a shop we have at least two copies of in Edinburgh. I managed to find a route I hadn't previously taken which turned out to be of interestingly limited salubriosity.