Fifteenth Day.

Greeted by a hard frost we drove over to Inverurie to have a look at the small farmers' market, held there on the second Saturday each month. Various stalls were offering meat, cheeses and vegetables. I was particularly taken by a stall offering a good number of potato varieties (Peru used to grow 4000....yes you read it correctly...4000 varieties of potato). Anne bought some "pink fur apple" spuds, a small long thin variety. I bought a blue cheese. We were disappointed that the bread stalls were not there. We went home the longer, scenic way, the frost heavy on the ground round Inverurie still. Back in Westhill it was milder and no longer white. The afternoon was spent reading and dropping off to sleep watching a Harry Potter movie which says more about us than the movie.

Beautiful steak and onions and the afore mentioned pink fur apples was the main part of another delectable evening meal. The potatoes, a waxy variety, were delicious, lacking the slightly acid(?) taste of a lot of waxy potatoes. More Bakewell tart rounded off the meal. More Scrabble filled in the evening, very evenly contested this time. Cheese and biscuits and a drop or two of "The Macallan" saw us off to bed in a mellow mood.