Off to Gala

The grass is growing and we do not have a lawnmower, so off to the nearest B and Q in Galashiels or 'Gala' as the locals call it. It came as a salutory reminder of what we chose to leave six months ago - superstores, warehouses and roundabouts.

We bought a lawnmower and scurried home. It is still in its box, in pieces, and will no doubt stay there for some time, as H is not a keen grass cutter (and this is one area in which I support the division of the sexes).