Dave was in town for a gig this weekend, so he popped in on Saturday to hang out. We tootled down to Cramond, where a fearsome east wind was scouring the promenade and the beach. Round the corner at the wee harbour, it was like a different day. We had an ice cream, and walked up the River Almond path, pausing to scramble up the embankment among the exposed tree roots. Back home, Dave treated Holly to a pre-bath reading of her current Kipper book.
No comments:
Post a Comment