Moffat

Off down the road and over the hills to Moffat. Have I mentioned how much I love that road? I love that road. Anyway, the object of our travel wasn’t just to delight in the getting there, nooo, we had another first - for I have a great-nephew, previously unmet. And said great-nephew has a great-uncle. That’s me! Not just an uncle, but a great one. So after a coffee at the sister’s house and lunch at Hugo’s we headed along the street to where young Theodore lives with his parents. Out the blue they’ve relocated from Glasgow’s west end to Moffat. I think my sister is being lined up for a bit of childcare, which I’m sure she’ll love. I’m sure she will. I mean, what else is there to do in Moffat?