Cold

Yesterday we wandered around in bare feet. Finn began his strategy for fitting in by purchasing a Quicksilver Beany hat and ramming it on his head. Just a wee peek of ginger sticking out below. This gave him great confidence and later in the day, he went into town (2 mins down the road) alone, and strolled through the shops, mentally selecting other items for his new image.
Spook went up to the work site and met other United Group colleagues and came home with a file for homework. A much smaller plant than he is used to. They told him fresh snow was on it's way, and it was like living in the caravan again, listening to the rain falling on the tin roof last night. Snow well down the near hills and felt very like fort William must do right now. The house is cold and it is a warning of what we will need to cope with when winter comes. Meg had breakfast and then ran back to bed before reappearing in Spooks Rab jacket, woolly hat, tights and tracksuit bottoms. Appointments have been made to meet staff at the schools and hopefully we'll manage a day's snow-boarding on Thursday. Spook has bought someone's board, boots and bindings for £60 (on sale outside the petrol garage,) as they are leaving town. That's how things are done here. There is a mass exodus expected next week when the slopes close and people dump stuff they can't take with them, and head off, looking for another winter in the Northern Hemisphere.