Hello the kitchen. Well, with Cornwall consigned to what already seems like a distant memory, we are enjoying a haven of peace and tranquility here at Duster Towers. The weather has been springlike today, and having washed the muck and salt off the car and struggled out from beneath a Munro of post holiday laundry, we had a walk to try and get rid of some of the pesky calories. Then my young neighbour came over with a box of chocolates?! She hadn’t realised we were going away. I would have been happy with the chance I got to cuddle her gorgeous baby. Cuddles are calorie free and the best present. I didn’t want to give him back but I’m too old to go to jail for kidnapping!
Much as we have loved having the company of our grandson for a whole week, we have decided that Christmas away from home is not really for us. I missed seeing my son and DiL, for one thing, and much as we enjoyed the Christmas dinner we ate in the pub, which was very good and beautifully presented, it wasn’t quite the same. It was an experience, though.
Soop I like young Torben’s top; it suits him, but that’s the problem with young lads - they will insist on growing! I gave GS some of his favourite football team pyjamas, thinking that there was some wriggle room in them. Well, only just, but they certainly won’t fit him for long the way he is going.
If it’s any consolation, Ann my DD drove me to distraction while we were away - not because she is untidy, but because she is the opposite and it is often more difficult to deal with that than the other scenario. When I learn to walk on my hands, she may find me more acceptable to have around (as long as I keep them very clean!). Oh well, these things are sent to try us, and we love then in spite of it all. Don’t we?
Superb photos, Gq. Hope the water levels are dropping in the Dales. When we came through Corner’s neck of the woods I have never seen such a lot of water lying on the fields still - let’s hope for a spell of settled dry weather to start the New Year.
I will look in later. I’ll leave you with a picture of The Lad and myself on one of our breezy walks. Could he be persuaded to wear a jacket? Nah!