I have worked out to survive the weather, two coats! Not too enamoured by the hotel breakfast, I persuaded GO to out for breakfast.
By out, I meant a big Scottish breakfast in Morrisons, co plate with a square sausage and Irn Bru.
Scotch pancakes too.
Breakfast of champions.
I asked Papichen if he wanted any Scoth pies....
Yes, about 20 would be enough.
Here’s comes the rain, again! What to do? Let’s go to Murrayfield.
Murray by name, Murray by the big sign on the side of the building.
Two wet Murrays.
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