The Road Down

If I hadn’t seen the colours creeping over when I was in the car park saying some goodbyes I’d have gone back inside and had another cuppa and fannyed about packing my kit in a much neater fashion.
Hitting the road was a much better idea. Wonderful light, a dusting of snow, a cuppa and a scone on the way, some days all seems right with the world.

The bit in the middle

Ah, what a lovely day that was. My legs are tireder that I’d expected and I’m in the unusual position of having partaken of single malt with a nice bunch of folks.
Snow fell on me for the first time this winter too. Hurrah for stuff and things.