Heading westward ...

...past Kirk o' Shotts, on the M8, as a fiery sun sets to the south of us, mercifully no longer blinding us as we head home from Edinburgh after Christmas celebrations with half of our family. The road is less busy than usual, the journey time shorter, and we arrive under a frosty moon.

Christmas has been lovely. I'm always childishly sad when it's over. But I'm looking forward to experimenting with a whole new repertoire of recipes in the new year ...