Aberfeldy

We are back from our Scottish Experience, a pleasant rest except for the travelling which went as well as these things can but seemed to be exhausting nevertheless. We had some slow miles going following a wide load, and met snow on the way back. We shared the driving which worked out well. Our friend I.M. is rebuilding a ruined house and HoF would have loved to help but couldn't because of his poorly heel. For those of you who have read The Sugar Book, we met the famous Dr Yellowlees too, a fit nonogenarian. Our travels are as nothing compared to our niece and husband who are doing the Great Trek South and are currently in Morocco.
Miss P is now up with us for the Christmas holidays. Before I can relax though I have a potentially Scary Event tomorrow. I am singing in a choir at a fund-raising concert in the village. That part's OK but I have also been inveigled into doing a one verse duet which has high notes that are giving me grief. I may have to mime, which I am told is a common occurrence in theatres, where an off-stage singer will put in the high notes for the on-stage star from a booth behind the scenery.