In the bleak midwinter ...

Actually it felt marginally less cold on the beach, and in the swimming pool, this morning. The rain on the coast was dusting the tops of The Pentlands with snow when we went for a walk at Flotterstone. Later we refuelled at Straiton’s blue and yellow store and cashed in our Christmas tree voucher for some new picture frames. T’s choir, and an evening of home work for me, before sparing her from an icy wait for a bus home by driving in to town!