The Hats Have It, the Hats Have It!

Veni , vidi, vici! Each of us with the same war cry on our lips as we the distaff family members rolled into Peebles from points north, south and west for lunch before descending on Stobo . Let the weekend commence.
No sooner installed before the younger members with energy to burn, went out for a run while others went out for a walk in the cold. I confess I lingered inside where it was warm and relaxing.

We met again later in my room where Prosecco was produced in quantity, together with Edinburgh Gin and cake. We raised a toast to HL who always championed our annual distaff gathering with such enthusiasm.
Then we had the ritual present giving, with many oohs and aahs at the thoughtfulness that had gone into the gifts.

As I try and cope with typing this blog under the influence of too much Prosecco, the daughters have disappeared to swim or otherwise occupy themselves until we meet again for dinner. It’s a hard life living the dream.