Edublogger was French and he'd introduced us as "mes parents". Anyway, the meal was great and the subsequent promenade around the port most agreeable.
And on the way home I saw a wondrous sight. There were sheep grazing on the grass pyramids at what was the Motorola factory on the M8. They were quite unlike the daft sheep in yesterday's game. They were a wonderful, un-sheepish red.