Scotland's Next Top Model...

Contrary to the look and style of this picture I am neither posing nor aware that this picture was being taken. Honestly. If I'd known it was being taken I'd have pulled some idiotic pose with the guaranteed outcome being that I'd never have Blipped it.

What can I say? Last night of the holidays. Both kids were tucked up in their sleeping bags, we'd had a lovely dinner and Arlo had spent some time round the fire toasting marshmallows before REQUESTING going to bed. I was walking toward Bry who was nestled beside a roaring fire on a beautiful beach and there was a cosy bottle of red waiting for me.

Seriously, who wouldn't be smiling to themselves?