DEAR SPOOK, you sent us this mystery picture to test if we knew where it was. You said that only Meg had been here before, so that was iether Dingle Burn Station (except that you have been there before) or Snow Park. I know that she hasn't been to Afghanistan, so it cant be there. We are going to go for Snow Park. Who is wooing who here? I am supposed to be wooing you home, not you wooing us back to Wanaka.
Well, not to worry, your son and I had a lovely morning listening to Desert Island Discs while I painted the living room. I thought Radio 4 was very enjoyable, but when it came to an article about an exhibition of knitted sculptures, he voted with his feet and went off for a shower. If only he had heard the wonderful story told by the elderly lady of how she had knitted swimming trunks in non-shrinkable wool for her husband, only to find him waving franctically from the water as they had gone huge and he couldn't get out without help to keep them on. she was giggling when she told the story but she said wistfully, in her strong Yorkshire accent "so much love had gone into knitting them trunks".
Finn got lonely by the end of the day and that is the biggest sign of his return to health. It was a lovely dry day and I happened to be down at the canal basin at dusk. The Loch was very calm and blue and the lights of Fort William looked like the Riviera.
Your mum and dad came down with a big bag of kindlers and more eggs. Granny, I will stop fussing now and come up and say hello properly tomorrow, instead of all this subliminal stuff. Your Dad has done lots of wheeling and dealing on our behalf for car parts. We are very lucky.
xxx
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