The beer at the Anderson was good, but the food was even better.

How we resisted the American Crack Pie I’ll never know.

And in the morning, after admiring the public bar, we again succumbed to the pleasures of the flesh for breakfast.

Specifically, the flesh of the Haggis and the Black Pudding.

You won’t starve at the Anderson but you might never get up.

While Mrs RM did work stuff I walked off 1.5% of the breakfast down at Chanonry Point.

It was gorgeous, but the promised dolphins failed to show up. Obviously on furlough.

Still, few better places for a stroll.

Even if I did wish I’d had a Tennents in the Union last night as I walked past.

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