A Traverse of the Breck

I’m getting too old for this.  CMC insisted I followed her as she delivered her Christmas cards.  I wasn’t happy as I’d just discovered bits of ridge tile in the garden but, at 50 m.p.h.,  it’s too windy to send her up on the roof.

Tattie soup is ready.

Things are getting grim - I’ve been given a list of Christmas cards to write.  CMC also wants to help me ‘...reconcile my whisky bottles...’   It must be allied code.