Here’s a collection of some of Neil’s recent photos to see you through the weekend. The wind had died by Thursday morning, though there was still a stiff breeze up here in the village and the thermometer read six degrees. The shutters are still closed, and the heaters are on as the house cools down and takes a while to warm up even once the sunnier weather starts. It’s something to do with the stones retaining the cold as they retain the heat of summer when they act as storage heaters. A weekend of final readthrough lies ahead for me as my latest story is back from the proof-reader. That means 90,000 words to reread in case I need to change anything, and then a day of formatting before I can release the ninth book in my Victorian Mystery series. Meanwhile, I have already started plotting book ten. So, I intend to be busy. Have a good weekend.