Home sweet home

We’re home again.

I’ve realised with this trip that however good it is to see folks, that I’m essentially a hobbit. Never happier than when I’m at home in my own bed.

We were welcomed back with this glorious sunrise.

The stags are roaring, there’s a distinct cold nip to the air and a light dusting of snow on the peaks. The ravens cronked their welcome from the old fir tree as the sun rose this morning.

And after packing off stepson and girlfriend who were house and cat-sitting for us whilst we were travelling, it’s just us and the cats again. Peaceful and quiet.

We’ve got a mound of washing to do, naturally, and I’m steeling myself to the work that needs doing on the Croft and in the polycrub now that we’re back. We still have late harvesting and pickling to do.

But it’s so good to be home.