Every year St Mark’s has an outing, mostly for the oldies but not exclusively. Of course, as they hold it on a Tuesday that does exclude those who work but such are the ways of the organisers. This year our outing was to the Secret Bunker at … well, its a secret. No, I’d never heard of it before either. Built during the Cold War and then upgraded to hide the Scottish Parliament should there have been a nuclear attack in the 1970s, it all happens underground beneath an innocuous farmhouse in a field. Not really disabled-friendly unless you can climb up and down flights of stairs before you get in your wheelchair.
We stopped off for a wander round St Andrews on the way and then High Tea at Crail on the way home. Someone had phoned the night before to say they couldn’t come and as Son #1 expressed interest in the Bunker he came in their place. He coped remarkably well with the bus journey and all the rest. But judging by the mutterings of some on the way I home, I think a trip round some pretty gardens or a Stately Home might have been preferrable. I enjoyed it though!