Well, here we are indeed. We got round the course again. The solstice was nearly two hours ago.

 

I have concurred with all your sage advice, and committed to going to Loch Fyne. Helen can come and see the cats on Christmas day. She and her self-isolating family are then going to Strathardle which is pretty brave and hardy of them. I trust I’ll be back on Boxing Day. So now all I have to do is pack some knitting. Although many days pass here when I don’t touch the needles, as you know, the thought of 48 hours away with no knitting to hand, fills me with horror. I’ve got a Christmas sweater. It’s just a matter of digging it out and hoping the moths have spared it.

 

 More deliveries tonight – my Christmas present to myself: I’ve been tracking it all afternoon, when not dozing, and it’s nearly here. And the final grocery order. I got rid of some food this morning – Helen popped in, masked and at a safe distance, to pick up some mosaic material from the study where she had been working recently, and I was able to offload some frozen meals I had bought for James and not used when he was here. She’s got a houseful of boys who consume everything.