WE'RE BACK IN ST. ANDREWS and, yes, we made it to the castle. On Friday my son's finger had an unfortunate encounter with two Boules balls and the law of inertia, which led to an exciting visit to the casualty ward that afternoon - made more exciting by the fact that he'd lost his mother's car keys in the supermarket on Thursday and getting everyone to the hospital involved a kind neighbor, a kind coworker, and musical cars. But he was still up for the holiday and the bandaged finger caused no inconvenience apart from a short trip to the Dunfermline hospital on Sunday to get the dressing changed. Besides the castle and a visit to the Raptor Centre, we found some interesting potsherds in the vacant lot next to our motel and we brought back a rim with a cool design. (No, it wasn't discarded from the Food Court's dishware either, although I have no idea how old it is, apart from being, well, "old.")