Very Pink

After yesterday's dramatics with snow and rescues from the Carter Bar, we decided to have a quiet day. 

Mid-morning we went down to Born in the Borders. The grass sledging has closed (so we didn't have to restrain M from having a go, being on the north side of 80 has not tempered her adventurous spirit.)  

In its place, they are setting up an outdoor ice-rink! There are brand spanky new orange skates for hire (sizes to fit from 4 years to large adult), and for the less-experienced skater, three sturdy  penguins to hold on to as you stumble round.  

No doubt we'll go back when the grandchildren arrive and it will be blipped. 

We had coffee and scones, and I blipped the roses on our table, so vivid a magenta that I had to feel them to be sure they were real - they were.
Thanks to Biker Bear for hosting the Flower Friday challenge and giving us a source of inspiration in these dark days.

Afterwards we went into the shop, and somehow were persuaded to sample the gins on offer. In thimble sized glasses, I hasten to add. I tried the lavender and echinacea - sounds as if it should be good for you, doesn't it. 

The walk was abandoned, and we came home and put the stove on and flopped. We can only manage so much excitement in one day.