Chop chop

A walk in some different woods this morning with a friend and her new dog. Many detours were made due to the lumberjacks working hard (some, as can be seen in the photo, work harder than others) almost six months on and the damage from the storm has still not been cleared.

Torturing of Germans continued this afternoon, with more silent letters, gotta love words like 'gnome', 'dumb' and 'knead', while they educated me on the foibles of their company - beards are a no-no, as is alcohol at the Christmas party...how bizarre is that? Or is that just my alcoholic nature showing through?

On that note I'm off to a friend's shortly for an evening of essential oils and wine, could be an interesting combination, I wonder if she will be able to offer advice on which essential oil combats hangovers?