Beating a hasty retreat

Left Freya at her art class (late, again...) and strode of to the beachpark at Irivine, determined to get some much needed fresh air and a medicinal walk.

After twenty minutes of walking in to a cutting wind, whichever direction I took, I decided enough was enough.

Streaming nose and eyes, and freezing ears beneath a hat, it just isn't fun on a Saturday morning, so I shambled back to the HAC for a pot of peppermint tea.