Cobwebs

After days of pottering around the house looking out at the mucky weather or dashing between house, garage and brew shed doing various chores, it was nice to get out for a good walk. And to get up at a reasonable time and out. Bishops Hill by Loch Leven - a fairly gentle walk up to a high plateau and then around that and back down again. Weans had little trouble and we had little trouble from them. No moaning and only an occasional whinge about being cold or tired. Nothing a game of 'When Johnny Went His Holidays ..." couldn't deal with. Now we've swapped Ewan for a wee pal of Ellen's for sleepovers and I think it's back to torpor tomorrow. Or I'll brew some beer.