We were out late last night at Ian’s house for his birthday; quiet and nice.

Sarah stayed over and today we went for a walk to Invergowrie “beach”, because a certain 3 year old demanded it.

We saw the Owl in Ninewells Arboretum “but why is there an owl here, Daddy?” “… Because someone wanted make a wooden owl…”

Zara, Sarah, and Benji dropping the emo-alt album of the year.

We then threw some rocks.

Benj then realised he “lost” his legs again. Sometimes he says he is lazy but we do often lose our legs and feet, poor boy. I think he just likes going on my shoulders.

Invergowrie Inn does a good steak pie.