Cock's Burn

Stop it. It's not an STD, burn is just a name we Scottish give to a small waterway before it becomes a river. And cock... ... well, maybe there were chickens around here at some point.

Wanted to get in some snow today, but by the time we'd finished plastering the house with all things Christmassy there was nothing left down this level, so a run up the Sherrifmuir Road was in order.

Lovely and peaceful it was too, only a few walkers, a couple of dogs and the odd mountain biker (in shorts; odd. And cold) for a crispy crunch through the snow around the reservoir. Looked even snowier on the summit of Dumyat (seen from a different angle to last night's entry). It was dark by the time I go back to the car, and the temperature was heading zerowards yet again.

Taxi duty tonight, with Samantha out on her work's night out at some swanky hotel in Stirling. Looking forward to a car full of tipsy early year's educators (DON'T call them nursery nurses, it's not worth the long explanation you'll be subjected to) covered in tinsel and singing Slade songs at 1am.