Finding Findhorn

Her Ladyship is always blipping from the Dower House but never appears in any photos.

This was remedied today when I popped in with her firstborn for a wee chat prior to a trip down on the bikes to Porty for a cup of tea on the windy and perishing prom. Given the amount of time she spends in Ikea, she was suitably clad in a Nordic jumper as she filled pots with the purchases from her other favourite shop.

The journey to the coast and back was good, and as Lady F predicted, the endorphins started flowing again. However, my legs are as jellyish now as the jelly babies I was being fed en route to keep energy levels up.

I am so blinkin' unfit.