The sun almost made an appearance through the clouds as we headed across the Blackford moor,
but the hills had spun around to hide our local star by the time we reached the streets of the old town,
where a very acceptable "Massimo Skinny Latte" and a good newspaper made it a fine view to look out at while other people scurried around the shops. There were "Sales" in progress, but selling nothing that I wanted to waste my money on. The Lady Lord bought her third pair of shoes in three days though (and all the shops were closed on one of these days), prompting me to ask her how many feet she had, and enquire if she had heard of Imelda Marcos. I ducked just in time, again.