These Boots are Not for Walking.

Well there was no messing with 2015 as it dawned on this its 1st day. It decided to stamp it's authority on proceedings with steel grey skies, pouring rain and a wind that roared through the trees like an express train going through a tunnel.

With more bravado than sense, I ventured forth into the weather to hand deliver a thank you letter to our hosts of Tuesday, and apart from being rained on, I was soaked when caught in a mini tsunami, getting too close to a car and a huge puddle.

If only these huge boots so neatly parked at the foot of Middle Meadow Walk could tell us their story, what might it be? They certainly weren't made for walking last night. I hope their owner retrieves them soon.

Back home and drying out it is time to watch a recording of last night's Hogmanay party and then the New Year's Day concert in Vienna before preparing yet another festive meal. Definitely a day for indoors.

His Lordship would like to add his good wishes to mine as we raise a toast to you all.