Fleeing Freya

There's no wish to step outdoors today, and no need... so I haven't.

Storm Freya is playing with the garden fences. Happily the one we replaced after the previous storm is holding up but the one on the other side has a decent sinusoidal dance going on.

I think I've just about got the route sorted out for the June Scottish Adventure, and this time it's a little short of 1800 miles! My co-conspirator Sheol is mapping out the distillery tours. Tee, and indeed, Hee.

Between then and now there's a lot of opportunity for gallivanting, and we're leaving Horace in charge of the place while we gad off to see Charlotte for a few days. If the planes are flying.

A last chance visit perhaps as a proper European (sad face).