Day 59. Perth. Consider the Oyster Catcher (not the gourd), a bird of neat appearance with fine black and white plumage and smart red bill and feet. However despite this image I caution you beware of admiring this bird too much for, let's face it oysters do not present too great a challenge catching wise and although the bird flies and swoops impressively the noise it makes is dreadful especially when practiced at 2.30 a.m. If this behaviour is repeated tonight I may well report on how well they taste for breakfast. Today I met up with an old school friend and enjoyed a good catch up on 40 years of events in our lives, a very tasty pizza and a fruitless search for the site of the 1644 battle of Tibbermuir. Now back at Wetherspoons rooting for Wigan in the cup final. Good night. Watersport on the Tay.