Right.  It’s been a while.*  Need to add the password for this blog to my iPad so that I can post from wherever.

Gorgeous day yesterday, we went to Vane Farm, looked around the refurbished cafe, not finished yet but we enjoyed a tasty lunch.  Then we climbed Vane Hill.  Once at the summit, and once I had recovered the power of speech,  I noted that it was very calm, with barely a breath of wind.  Thirty seconds later we were being blown off the benches.  Heard curlew half way up, plus had views of the lesser black backed gulls and shelduck, whooper swans, tufties etc.

Today I have been swimming, which involves the most delightful Enid Blyton-esque moment when I board the bus and ask for  “A Return to Burntisland, please”, always makes me feel as if I am embarking on a tremendous adventure, with lashing of ginger beer and the type of idiot who find a bar of chocolate in his trousers at 2 a.m., when everyone else needed it eight hours earlier to starve off sugar deprivation.  Seem to recall this was Dick’s sole contribution to any Famous Five plot line.

Now we’re back and Paul is whacked from his bike run, so it’s a quiet night in.

We send all very best love,  thoughts and wishes to the Cromartys and Bremners, going through some tough times just now.

* Bad words bleeped in this version but copious fags are smoked throughout.   You have been warned.