Baking fail

'It was the day my grandmother exploded. I sat in the crematorium, listening to my Uncle Hamish quietly snoring in harmony to Bach's Mass in B Minor, and I reflected that it always seemed to be death that drew me back to Gallanach.'

Claire and I head out for a couple of hours in the morning. It’s grey. It’s snowing. It’s not much fun, but it has to be done. Then, back to the chalet for 12:00 and the bus to the airport at 12:55....

... which never comes. The road is closed. People are stuck everywhere and the snow continues to fall. We eventually get told that we’ll be staying the night - in different rooms in the same chalet.

Overnight messages come in that there’ll be a bus at 08:35 and a flight at 13:00.

Three families were expected to arrive in the chalet overnight. One arrives sometime in the middle of the night - they’ve spent 12 hours on a coach. Another have been housed down in the valley on camp beds in community halls, with help from the Red Cross. The third never made it out of the UK - their flight was cancelled. So, we had it easy - and got a second dose of pork “Normandie”.

We resist the call of Tango cocktails and relax with Source Code - a movie that has nothing whatsoever to do with software.