Foggy

It was a beautiful frosty morning at Caputh, the first I've experienced this year. I managed to pack up quite quickly leaving time for two breakfasts and plenty of chat before hitting the road.

We had a lovely drive down that seemed to speed past, and I got back so early I had to go for a cappuccino while I waited to pick up the children. Made it properly home for 3 o'clock to find the Clyde shrouded in mist, the ferry seemed to emerge out of nowhere.

It's lovely to be back home with my family and my own bed tonight complete with fresh sheets. Here's hoping the foghorns don't start up.