The Frozen North

Tomorrow I am off to Cumbria to visit my sister. I shall do my best to keep warm and resist her efforts to ride her horse, which is far too lively for me, and also so tall that I would need scaffolding to get on its back.

I ordered some presents for her for Christmas, some of which have arrived and some which haven't. I'm hoping one, if not both, will arrive tomorrow before I have to leave for the station, and save me the postage. Clue for you, Merrylegs: it's horse-connected...