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.

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