chilly up top

Kemnay cairn, with bride to be Natalie (two months and counting), mother of the bride and Tess. Curry take out on way home for beardy face since he did help me clear the massive wood pile, and for me for dusting off my running shoes this morning after over a year in hibernation; yes, that ungainly wobbly vision that was swerving around the streets of Kingseat with a very forgiving 11 year old son/chaperone (mum, where's your phone, in case I need to call 999 for you), well, that was me that was.