The Boy Done Good

.... but not good enough.
There was the outside hope that Murray would beat Federer in today's final of the Australian Open, but I suppose deep down I thought that the match would end in tears for the British man like so many other sporting clashes when our hopes are raised too high.I'm sure Murray will be gutted as no doubt will be his omnipresent Mama.
When I phoned a friend this morning she didn't hear the phone ringing as she was hoovering. When I asked what drove her to clean on a Sunday , it being the day of rest and recuperation, she said it was because she couldn't bear to look at the television any longer with Murray trailing by two sets to love. I turned on the television just as Andy, who looked exhausted, was trying to save the tie break and failing. Ah well said his Lordship. you have to suffer to get to the top. I would be churlish of me to suggest that Murray will now be downgraded by the newspapers to being Scottish. Had he won he would have undoubtably been British.

We had lunch out today, to save having to cook dinner tonight and afterwards his Lordship drove me home via Flotterstone - not by any standards the most direct route but I was anxious to find some countryside blip potential.
His Lordship is being extremely kind these days and I beginning to worry as to the reason. I hope he's not sickening for something.
The car park there was unusually choc a bloc when we arrived and the hills must have been alive with the sound of voices. However we didn't tarry as it was absolutely freezing, so I only had time to snatch a few photos before we headed home to await an afternoon visit from a daughter.

The blip shows how little snow is left on the hills. I think the hills are Turnhouse and Carnethy.