Towards the end of August I think, Paula had the bright idea of visiting Crichton Castle, one of her family haunts. We met her and Dave and the Evanses, walked past the castle itself into the leafy valley behind, collected some wood and started a fire. The kids were fascinated, both with the fire and the wee burn running through the woods. We toasted marshmallows and cooked sausages, and headed home (via a swift pint at the Stair Arms) tired, happy and smelling of wood smoke.
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