I've long suspected you shouldn't live your life by the weather forecast. This weekend was no exception. I avidly follow the Met Office App to help determine whether I can cycle to work or not (for 'lady-like cycling' this is essentially). By Friday afternoon the weekend appeared to be a write-off. My sun burnt nose, forehead and shoulders this Monday morning tell a different story. I forced myself out for a 'long' 13-mile run to Gullane on Saturday and committed the school-girl error of not being prepared for every weather eventuality in Scotland. To help cope with my itchy sun burn, I also got myself a bee sting. Ouch.
Admittedly it tipped it down Saturday night but Sunday then dawned .... dryish so we hopped in the car and headed to St Abbs for a cliff walk. Scott's new camera (and subsequent new lense) are keeping him very amused and providing plenty of material for me.
Scotland really is a stunning country.
And Horatio really is very handsome. If only he'd learn to pose properly.
Getting better Horatio, but might be better if you wiped your face first.
