First sharp frost of the winter greeted us this morning.
Mind you, I could have taken similar pictures at work - heating's on the blink - again.
In the evening we went to Spikey's 50th birthday ceilidh / party, complete with surprise Molly spot (a bigger surprise for Spikey as they, oh what a surprise, seemed to be a dancer short...)
No idea why Spike'y is so called, but he has a reputation for correcting apostrophe's - a trait duly emblazon'd across his new birthday T'shirt.
Looks like J is getting the hang of this blipping lark with the new toy.
FTAOD... I know there are perhaps a few misplaced apostrophes here.