Meantime, in an Orkney Glade......

The Current Mrs Creel was forced back into her Fair Isle cep today to face the north wind.  Our pre-breakfast walk took us into a peedie sylvan glade where, unbeknown to me, CMC had control of the camera.  I was having a real moment.  Be still.  Be calm.  Invoke Beth Chatto and Elizabeth Burnett. 

The perennials are looking forward to the forecast weekend gales where the Met Office says ‘…it will feel like -3c in the Northern Isles.’  That’s put the kibosh on the planned cycle to meet with Dougal and exceptionally distance with him.  He was so looking forward to the bottle of Hedonism.

Concerned of Dulwich:  I think the ironing board is a bit ambitious in such a confined space.