Less than half hour to go of 2024, I’m in the moose cave with a glass of Laphroaig and the radio on quietly. No, it’s not lame, for one, the weather out there is pretty mean right now, all the big festivities have cancelled (not only in Edinburgh but most of Scotland) so all the pubs and bars will be extra heaving with the folk missing out on a street party; and two, I came back up from Yorkshireland with a stowaway – thought I’d got away fine but no, my throat is on fire and no doubt my sinuses will be hit next, bah.

The forecast for tomorrow’s weather is a sad prediction that I won’t start the year atop Arthur’s Seat. Yes, I get that to go up would be very foolhardy, but it feels like such a bad omen for the coming year. The second is predicted to be sunny but baltic, that I can handle, but it just isn’t the first, right?! Okay, so if I don’t go up I shall blog looking back and forward, promise.

Toodle pip! Wishing you all a happy and peaceful New Year 💛