Rider on the storm

Turns out it wasn't the four riders of the apocalypse – there were only three of them – so my journey to Burntisland continued in an uneventful manner to meet up with Mrs Rex who had been childminding since mid morning. She has a bad cold so it seemed only fair to quarantine her somewhere else rather than here at home. Andrew was unimpressed with my arrival and the breaking of quarantine rules.