Beef Tub

Down to Moffat to see the sis; it had been way too long. Over the moors into the low winter sun. There they were and there we sat drinking coffee and wolfing mince pies. The sis is still struggling a bit, running out of steam by the afternoon. And we swap stories of our kids. She has her trials too. 
Back up that road and an invite wings it way to me - a hook up with the west coast Corinthians in Herringbone, organised by DrD. I’ll just be a couple of hours, I honestly tell the SK. Blimey. Midnight! How can that have happened?