This morning is dark, wet and very miserable out there. A steady, drenching drizzle and clouds so low we cannot see across the other side of the field.
P has just left to take part in a fell race. He must be mad!
I anticipate a pile of wet and muddy kit to wash on his return.
My niece's little girl will be relieved to see that Elfie is back today. Apparently she was shocked to learn yesterday that he knew of her naughtiness and had gone to tell Father Christmas. She was a little tearful and insisted on writing him a letter to say she was sorry and ask him to come home.
It seems the journey made him hungry...