All that glitters is not gold .....

.... words attributed to William Shakespeare in The Merchant of Venice (the play I studied when I was in first year of senior school)

This rather classy looking bauble is hanging on the tree in the entrance hall of Pollok House.

Fortunately L and I managed our Saturday morning in very cold but reasonably bright conditions but by the time I got home the brightness had gone to be replaced with dull, damp conditions and cold that got right into your bones.