One horse town

Tom and I had a ski lesson this morning - postponed from a fairly snowless Christmas Eve when we were both rather indisposed. Today, however, the snow gods had visited the Jura and we had a corking hour or two.

Drove home via the village where Mrs B grew up to look at the old house. Lots of parking in stranger's driveways, peering through and holding cameras over high hedges to get a shot of the back of the house. Not at all suspicious. Makes blipping look positively normal.