Scotch on the Rocks

Last night was whisky and chocolate night.  I sank down on the sofa, broke my chocolate bar up into tiny pieces, stretched out, grabbed my Scotch whisky on the rocks and the ice cold glass just slipped through my fingers and crashed onto the terracotta floor.  I screamed, Paul swore and Rick went and packed his bag.

Amazingly, the glass was still intact and just bounced off the hard floor; the only casualty was the loss of my whisky, which was quickly replenished.  I have some exquisite crystal glassware and a china dinner service that never see the light of day.  This was a moment when I was really happy that I was using a cheap, chunky glass.

This morning we went for an extraordinarily long walk just so we could check out an old ruin that is being restored in the chestnut woods.  This project has been many years in the making but it looks as if the owner has finally employed some craftsmen to do the work.  Rick enjoyed the trek and was able to show off his new harness. I spotted this strange looking plant in the woods, anyone know what it is?