Jet lag has its advantages. On Saturday I am wide awake at 4:00 am thus in plenty of time to get to the famous Kezar Sports Bar in time for the kick off at 7:00am. Scotland play France. I like it that this bar is humming so early in the morning.
The Sots, I mean Scots, are in white.
What joy to watch Scotland beat the French while eating a Full Irish Breakfast. Scotland have now won two matches in a row.
Two matches in a row,two eggs over-easy, two rashers of bacon, two sausages, two black pudding, two white pudding, tomato, toast, hash browns, and as much coffee as you can drink. No miso soup.
It is a very good start to the day. It is pouring with rain so we go for a walk. We exult in the compost heap in the Golden Gate Park.
Mountains of wood chippings
Bison bombed
Billy the Bison
We go to Land’s End because the ocean is wild.
Bonnie carries James through a lake.
This Little Egret followed me all the way from Okinawa.
Handsome James
We go home and tune up the outboard for tomorrow’s adventure.
The motor runs
We then went out for burgers and beer. Great day.
The Quiet Ripple Defines The Pond 
Nice of Scotland to do England a favour by beating France and letting us secure the Six Nations Championship. Next week England v France, now that’s a Grand Slam that would be real fun, especially in this household in, er, Waterloo.
Vive L’Empereur!
We were THERE!!! At Murrayfield. And in Rome too. Hurraaaah for the brave Scots warriors. FREEDOM etc. What good-looking boys you have. xxx
N’est ce pas!