Upstairs at Coburg House

A morning spent treating more timbers - no shivering as actually the temperature is well into double figures. Celsius that is. I may finally be thinking in Celsius rather than Fahrenheit when it comes to temperature. Inches though? Too good to lose, as are feet. 
And finally, finally, the smokehouse order arrived. We’re not impressed, though it is rather good stuff; maybe next year we’ll motor down to Carsluith and pick it up ourselves.
So that allowed us time to nip to Coburg house and go round the same studios and have the same discussions. At least the SK got the wallet out - she’ll be welcomed back.
Back home and the fire on again - it does spread a feeling of wellbeing.  But, blimey, news comes over the airwaves that Hibs have won a game. We can’t depend on them keeping us off the bottom any longer. Outrageous.