Old Rookland

After a frosty night it was a lovely bright morning so Chris and I headed up the valley. We expected all the hill walks to be wet and boggy, but the steep hill up from Clennell was dry, and the walk out to Old Rookland a delight. We sat in the sun with out coats off for our sandwich. A good 6 miles.

Mr C drove to Edinburgh, and hurrah, we have our Russian visas. The applications for th3 others have gone in the post, so fingers crossed.