Even as I was pondering the final cut of the Blogstead croquet lawn, winter has arrived. Top of the road this morning on my way to Glenalmond, I was greeted by snow-capped mountains all around.
I’m not much of a coat person, mainly because I leave them behind everywhere. But I dug out the overcoat today and managed to bring it safely home again. The faithful Passat – now 153000 miles – is a bit limited in the heater department since I resolved the leak in the heater matrix [which turned it into a travelling sauna] by giving it a dose of Radwell.