Care for some domestic bliss blogging? Self-catering is the term of art over here, and self-cater we did after golf. A stop at the Anstruther Co-op on our way home for provisions, and a proper home-cooked meal awaited.
I had put myself in charge of ice-making, but Jewelle allowed herself to become obsessed by the ice-making bags provided:
Theresa offered up her Greek chicken:
We had planned to dine al fresco, but it started to rain as we were cooking, so we ate indoors. But dinner was interrupted for a good reason, as well rushed outside:
A double.... which arced almost the full 360:
Our after dinner stroll took us further down Braehead Street, as opposed to our typical path down towards the harbor. The local evangelical church is on King David Street, an amusing headging of bets, perhaps:
We had our first kitty sightings, complete with Jewelle and Theresa's reflection:
This seemed sensible:
Especially since one has already "fouled" our car...
This guy seemed suspicious of our intentions:
Must have been our accents....
We then came upon this lovely church and graveyard:
Whereupon, the rains returned.....and we scurried home.
We awoke to exciting news from home. Bobby D. has made his fifth hole in one, a perfectly struck 5-iron on our 16th hole. I regret that I wasn't there to share it with him, though I did get to see him shoot his age for the first time.
After a typically Scottish breaky, at least for me, we're considering heading out and about. No golf today, but perhaps a castle or two.... there's also a cheese farm that caught the bride's eye. She lives for cheese, as she always tells me....
More later.
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