We are now approaching Tweedbank…

…a flying visit up country to Embra. Nancy’s charity were short of a Santa for their kiddies Xmas party and they couldn’t find a bearded, rounder-bellied volunteer to play the role. Despite my physical unsuitability on account of my athletic frame, I stepped-in to the breach and spent the morning delighting and terrifying children in equal measure.

My good deed done, I jumped on the train and headed home, stopping at the village butcher for a poond o’mince for tea.

I think I’ll head out for a spin on the bike soon as there’s another winter storm approaching.