Plane to see

Dull shot, I know; but it was either this or the 'interesting' stone cladding on the back of a house we are not going to rent.

A morning of dragging the kids around most of the estate agents in town looking for a house, then the noon to 2 pm lull when everything is shut, and a viewing which I only went to because there were no other possibilities.

Still, an internet search tonight by our host threw up a few more to add to the short list (of two: one too expensive and one too grim).

And there was sunshine and a chance to drive around a bit gawping at the fine countryside. More of the same tomorrow. Mr B says I'm not allowed to fly back to Scotland unless I've sorted a house and a school. Best get cracking.