Snowdrop Festival

Woke up to rain. That wasn't in the plan. Traditional trip to the butcher in Biggar to buy beef (and a pair of gloves). Then Joey and I managed to find a dry part of the day for an amble around Tweed Valley Country Park. Detoured to Kailzie Gardens to see the thousands of snowdrops before heading back to light the fire and fry the steak, of which, as I type this the former has been done and the latter will happen just as soon as I've opened a bottle of red.