Maccas for a Rest

After all the walking (and stairs) yesterday my feet needed a wee rest as I had some time to kill before dinner. So I stopped at Macca's (aka McDonald's). Not sure where the Macca name came from but it's cute. The latte wasn't bad and it even looked the part of a proper cafe. I also grabbed a picture of toasties which Nicola's nephew told me about. Like grilled cheese.Read more