Last Friday we took Peggy to Eyemouth, an old fishing town in the Scottish Borders that she had been keen to visit.

As it happens it’s the town that Jack’s mother grew up in, she lived there in the 1920s when her father was the minister/vicar/priest of the Episcopal church there, it’s called St Ebba and when Jack’s parent’s bought their house they called it St Ebba after the church. I’m quite surprised that nobody chooses to name a daughter Ebba nowadays.

You can see Peggy’s post on our Eyemouth visit here.

I only took one photo while we were there.

As you can see it’s of the lifebelt from the lifeboat St Ebba.