Cheviot sunset

In to Berwick this morning to do some food shopping and to pick up the Christmas goose. (MrM and I were both sure that we had ordered a turkey, but the shop thought otherwise. Never mind - goose is delicious, and more traditional...). We also met Tom, who had brought his granddaughter's violin for repair. It was much later than intended by the time we headed for home, and the sun was going down behind the Cheviot hills.

Spare room cleaned and spare bed made up. Lots of cleaning and tidying still to do before Tom and Lucy arrive tomorrow evening, but it will have to wait until morning. About to relax with MrM and a glass of port.