Melancholic mist

Mist greeted me in Edinburgh this morning and it was rather fitting as my father-in-law died at 12.45am today. At 91 I suppose you could say he'd had a fair shot at life, and although it was expected it doesn't make it any easier when it happens.

Apologies for not keeping track of your journals at the moment, but I'll catch up eventually with you over the next few days.