And her legs...

... all white from the winter

Dear Heather Freespiral
Please walk by me again
With a drink in your hand
And your legs all white
From the winter
Your legs all white
From the winter
And your legs all white
From the winter
Leonard Cohen

Busy busy day - Himself chained to a hot computer, me doing  some cleaning in preparation for the arrival of Son#2 and Simone. I also woodstained the shed Nirvana and did my final corrections to the book part deux. We'll get some proofs printed off tomorrow then off to Finola for the final proof read. Proofs for our next lot of cards also arrived which I shot over TJs. She was hard at work in her garden - in shorts! A few of the images are a bit grainy and when I emailed the printers and mentioned this they said they'd noticed this happened now and again but it was out of their control. That doesn't sound very satisfactory to me.
Anyway, the day was gorgeous and on the way home the water looked inviting - a wee paddle was taken - pretty freezing. The great  Leonard Cohen came to mind. He doesn't mind white legs.
I'm going off piste for a few days and will catch up next week, possibly backblips in tow.