The Polwarth churchyard after sunset is a spooky place with trees overshadowing and a hideous cackle from the crows in the trees. No-one around and the church is locked. The fairy gate at the end of the churchyard beckons and many have reputedly disappeared into Fairyland and I could see why – there is a nice tumble down into the valley from there. The graves of Grizell-Bailie lie in one end of the church seen in the gloom through bars like an episode of Dark Shadows. Lady Grizell-Bailie was the first to have written down the recipe for Tablet – that scottish fare loved by dentists on the make, the stone carved plaque makes no mention of this fine culinary addition to our lives. Kim returned (fortunately as I was totally lost without my iphone the only telephone number I know off hand is my home and no-one was there)

And so January fritters out gently but with low chilly temperatures and February returns with wind and threats of snow.

Photos of January at my flickr set