Middle Earth

Usual Boxing Day hungover feeling (through too much food this time, not wine) fought off boldly with a longer than intended family walk. Mr B's dodgy ankle held up well up and down dale, which bodes well for skiing.

Then bacon sandwiches, packing, fond farewells (my Mam had somehow forgotten we were leaving today), an unsuccessful attempt to meet up with an old pal (which just makes Paris more certain!) and a long dark foggy drive up the A68 to Edinburgh. Pizza and a movie - the Hobbit - with the kids overwhelmed by the Dominion ("sofas!!! In a cinema!!!")

Once back at the hotel, the reason for the trip comes thumping back to the foreground, with Mr B called urgently to his folks. All seems to be well though.