10 year old Tallisker in a snow storm!

We could have done with the liquid kind of Tallisker (Tallisker is C's dog) this afternoon when we, somewhat foolishly in retrospect, started following snow shoe tracks downhill on our cross-country skis. Meeting the people who had started the tracks coming back up the hill, we should have turned round as well. There were many large holes in the slopes thereafter, with many expletives as we struggled to get out of them until we finally got the the road again. I might lose my big toenail which is very bruised. Still tonight's local theatre performance took my mind away from the throbbing. Could "act your age" be something I should take on board?

Comment catch up this weekend, sitting with my foot up...