Gallow Hill

The Woodman arrived at a somewhat unruly hour, but he's OK as we now have wood that burns rather than the stuff that doesn't (which we've still got, but now has time to dry out). Into Moffat to get supplies and a walk up Gallow Hill with Kylie was a good way to spend the day before stacking (most of) the wood in the shed and a swift in the hotel.  There are cars gathering in the square, which means snow is on the cards.  That's fine by me.