High Road to Linton

A trip to Moffat through the frozen landscape, where the outside temperature never rose above -3.5°C. The daughter and s-i-l cooried in, in the back, under the rugs. While the back of my sheepskin mitts kept the screen clear of ice.
And there we were treated to a grand Christmas meal, well, if luxury fish pie can be so termed, including three puddings. Yes indeed.
And then all the way home in the dark I did go.
And out again to a house gig along the way- Stephen Taberner and Jack Sice with a fiddly woman. And no need to drive!