So today was our first real day of what could loosely be called bad weather, in that it rained a bit (not bad for Scotland where it can tend to rain a lot – and I mean a lot).

But that didn’t stop us from tanking up the coast to revisit Tantallon Castle, an imposing and remarkable structure with a long and fascinating history only finally put to an end by Oliver Cromwell.

I glared at the Book God as a representative of the English, though of course my lot were often no better.

It was bracing so we didn’t stay long, and after a pleasant drive back to where we are staying and a few restorative cups of Earl Grey we were ready for anything. Anything, in this case, was me catching up with blogs and e-mails and the Book God having his afternoon nap.

It’s tough, but someone has to do it……

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