Forfar Loch

Forgot to say on yesterday's blip about the robins. They were in our crackers and were raced between courses at dinner time - nearly resulting in a riot as a lot of cheating was taking place! Not sure whose won.
This morning woke to strong winds and snow showers but still made it to Forfar for the annual Plum Pudding Plod around the loch. Outward was against the wind, though trees provided some shelter, and going was hard - not being able to feel the feet very well didn't help, nor did the wet snow coming down. At least the wind blew us to the finish and I was not much slower than last time. (The pic was shortly before we started when the sun had made a brief appearance).
Home to a shower followed by soup and an afternoon listening to the radio play and starting a new felted picture.