Still Chill

 East into Berwickshire today. The landscape was still bleached, hoar frost blanketing the fields, in spite of the valiant efforts of the sun to shift it.

We went to Duns for lunch, then bought a couple of bags of peat for the stove. Not very PC, I know, but for me the smell of peat takes me  back to my grandmother's house in Shetland, and it's a while since I had a fix.

The sun was setting over the Eildons as we drove home, and the temperature sank along with it.

It's M's last night here, the peat is on the stove, supper's in the oven. What's that Danish word?