Windswept Castle on the Moor

I wish.

When the sun is shining a bit stronger than usual, 2°C feels heavenly. I'm counting these creekside walks with Carmen McSnorty now: her people have sold their house and will be moving the end of March to make their respective commutes to work less than one hour long. Sad for me but mostly for her, who will be locked up all day until a new neighbor falls in love with her. Not hard to do, so my worry is actually quite pointless.