A day walking round St Andrews. Through the town, past the Cathedral, then on to the harbour along The Pends singing ‘my baby’s got The Pends…’ quietly to myself as I walked. Back along the shore, past the castle and then a stroll along West Sands Beach as recommended by Eyebroughty on pink fish media. Adjacent to that is a huge, picturesque, magnificently-tended campsite with rivers, bridges and numbered flagpoles in holes indicating the pitches. A perfect spot to enjoy a plate of spianata, parma ham, bread and ripe Cropwell Bishop with a bottle of Jurançon in the afternoon sun. Whoever was responsible for sending stuff to the virtual knapsack today did me proud.