A handle

We travelled up to Scotland today to stay with my parents for New Year. The drive west along the Military Road was beautiful and although I love Scotland very much Northumberland is most definitely a close second! Much as I wanted to stop to take a photograph we didn't really have time to linger and so we headed on north. Late last night I was regretting the decision not to stop for that blip as I was stuck for something to post. Here is the handle of a quaich that my dad was given on his retirement.