Honk

At first I thought it was a train sounding its horn, before I remembered there are no trains in Cyprus. I looked out of the office door and it was this blue lorry, honking its way up the road to the secret valley golf course. It's cold and overcast today and we've had a couple of short spells of hail. Snowflake has ensconced herself among some cushions in the spare room - she's not a fan of the cold, bless her.