It's a Saturday morning. Me and Him have the ENTIRE WEEKEND OFF. This is unusual. It requires something a bit special and that can only mean one thing: a jaunt into the wilds of Scotland in our beloved campervan. We've had a look at the weather forecast and the safest (ie driest) option within a 100 mile radius is on the east coast - East Lothian to be precise.
Himself heads off to retrieve Bridget the campervan from exile in her lock-up while I race around gathering the necessary for a night under the stars. Disposable BBQ - check. Box of matches - check. Worry about the actual food later - check. And we're off!
So, it's the next morning and we are in North Berwick looking for somewhere do our morning ablutions (wild camping has it's drawbacks. I think you know what I'm saying). Coming out of the public loos on the harbour we spot what could be the ideal place for an al fresco lunch in a couple of hours' time:
Anyway, after a walk of mammoth proprtions along the beach we are ready for lunch and head back to the Shack:
Langoustine, sea bass, crab, fishcakes...hmmm, what will I have? Lobster and chips? Yes please! Yummeroo.
When this picture was taken I had just demolished another half lobster which the very nice man gave us for free because we had to wait an enormous 15 minutes for our food. Result!
All in all, that was a good weekend.