Footprints In The Sand

I always thought my wee girls were photogenic, until I sat them down in front of a photographer.  Or tried to sit them down.  Instead of sitting nicely they ran, jumped, danced, hid, sang, cried and ate.

Perhaps if the photographer had been as 'candid' as the night before we'd have had some good shots.

West Sands, St Andrews, 19:08

Compare the hardiness of the Boyds to the rest of the Clan wrapped up in their jumpers and jackets!  Yer nae a quine fae Aberdein unless ye can tak aathing aff an get yer peely wally skin drookit in the North Sea.