St Andrews jewels
It's raining stair rods again today (after 2 dry days!) but I thought we'd all had enough of rainy photos. So from a recent dry day my daughter and I spent in St Andrews - although such are the micro climates of Scotland that it was raining in Edinburgh - here's some colour and summer fun.
St Andrews is like a jewel box: there are small delights to be uncovered at every turn. They don't hit you in the face as Edinburgh's do. This is rather restful when you're used to things like a whopping big castle on a rock. Above, a display of traditional seaside accoutrements outside an ironmongers shop. There must be slim profits this summer for makers and sellers of shrimp nets and whirly windmills to stick onto sandcastle turrets.
Below, a little gem of a window.
Of course I had to get closer to see what the little models were. Perhaps a leftover from the Jubilee celebrations?
And even closer, to see Mrs Queen. By this time the sound of daughterly eye-rolling behind me was deafening...