I *love* snow!

My brother once bet me to steal a sweet from the village shop when I was about 7. I tried to take a packet of Parma violets - the only thing close enough. I was shaking, went scarlet then started crying. The shop owner just said ‘Next time I’ll tell your mum.’ A life of crime was not for me.

We were both soaked through. It’s so cold suddenly too! I’m going to have to look out my winter gear.

I know it like the back of my hand as I’m up and down it all the time, either to go to yoga every Friday morning or to see my mum. At the moment it’s like a pheasant’s graveyard. There are so many dead on the road.

It looked nice here in the village but could hardly see a thing on the way to Cardrona as the fog was so thick.

It’s a legal drama called Counsels. Not sure when it starts.

But where are his beautiful dogs?