After waving of my aunt and uncle on their long trip back to St Andrews, we decided fresh air was needed. Me, Matt, Dan and Dad risked life and limb on what turned out to be some exceedingly icy paths and roads. It was very chilly and the apparently lovely view was masked somewhat by fog that had drifted in. The half frozen water on the roads was particularly pretty once we'd managed to negotiate it safely.
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