Get your shorts and sunscreen out – the next two weeks are almost guaranteed to be hot and dry and sunny, at least in our little corner of Scotland. For by the time you read this, we will be on a train (several trains…) to the South of France, where I hope they’re braced for a fortnight of unaccustomed drizzle. Oh, and the imminent unveiling of the whitest pair of legs in Christendom. It’s not been a summer so far for working on my tan.
The first week will be spent in the bosom of my sister’s family (the non-blogging one), the second will be rather a more intimate break: just me, the other half and approximately 3,000 chickens. There will, undoubtedly, be blogging to be done, but not as frequently as usual, so watch this space.