A rare day

Woke to find a dusting of snow this morning - that's a  rare occurrence here! We had to scrape the car window off before taking Nell to play at Backaskaill. Not a breath of wind and crunchy snow underfoot. Great skies.

Mr L is now counting his remaining days at work in double digits so has knuckled down to the task of planning The Big French Trip. We lingered in bed this morning working out the mechanics of the journey to Folkstone and the tunnel, taking a week or so about it and ensuring time with family in Pocklington on the way. We have factored in Cod & Chips at the Allanwater Cafe, so I am a happy woman. So far the journey also offers a warm croissant breakfast in Dornoch and an overnighter in my beloved Teesdale. I think it is going to be fun.