So Scotland lost, gutted. I had not been to Murrayfield since I was a schoolboy, like 15 years ago. An amazing weekend. Saturday was good. Sunday was better. The French supporters were hilarious, wearing "kilts" singing their songs, beating their drums. I was just proud to be a Scot singing the nationa anthem again. Sitting drinking beer talking "French"... It was a forward pass... maybe.. i was busy fannying as usual.
Then out for dinner in the evening after much looking around and walking for hours from Murrayfield up to the Castle
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