The new arrival

Rather a grey Shetland day but so mild it was a pleasant walk from the boat to the cafe for breakfast.

Later, more present unwrapping for the grandchildren and a chance to meet F's new doll. He was the top item on her list and she is delighted with him. She seemed to be saying his name is Baby Handsfree. A novel idea, I thought. But no! She had to repeat it a number of times but eventually I realised it's Baby Henry. And he is not, she explained, to be called Henry. His name is BABY Henry! Nana does take a while to cotton on sometimes!

My blip is of one of F's new gloves.