Scotland....

...can be rather lovely. There I said it. Nailed my colours to the mast.

Today - filled the flask, folded the Sunday Post, buttoned on the driving gloves, adjusted the bunnet, and off we went on an old fashioned Sunday drive. My camera hankered after moving water. Falls of Dochart I thought, then a splendid lunch.

There was a lot of snow on the hills which inspired Mrs FP to make tonight's dinner a repeat of our Christmas dinner. Roasties, roast, sprouts, parsnips chipolatas and a gallon of gravy. I may have to take my boots off and toast my toes in front of the fire and pretend not to be snoozing.

Retirement seems to be so far quite agreeable. Does this count as day four? Do weekends count? I'll have to google it.