I was feeling a bit guilty this morning that the dogs haven't had a decent-length walk for a while, so set off to stomp around the fields over the motorway bridge towards Grantchester. The morning was raw grey monochrome with small snowflakes wafting about indecisively, but I met several friends out walking, and stopped to chat, and the catkins were doing their best to add a bit of cheer, so by the time I got home it was almost lunchtime. The afternoon was spent watching the boys play football as my toes froze, then I attempted to cook a roast dinner. My yorkshire puddings were definitely not up to Mac's standards - it's a good thing he'll be back from Malaysia and Thailand by next weekend!
