Brrrrrrr!

Freezing it was as we walked up the newly laid gravel track and up over the saddle of the hills. I dragged my sister out to the Pentlands, me in all my waterproofs and thermals, and her in a nice winter coat and unsuitable footwear. She put up with me very well, but down right refused to pose for a photo. We turned around not long after taking this, deciding that the paths up the hills would be too muddy and the blustery wind was proper cold.

We had our own version of a *work* christmas lunch in the pub, we discovered that coke with rum in it helped my cough no end.