My dear old schoolfriend arrived bearing a special whisky all the way from Bonnie Scotland.  She is staying the night (so that we can drink a dramme) and then will collect her husband from the Cambridge Folk Festival tomorrow before heading for The North.  As we walked in the garden we heard the sound of horses hooves and friend Kate arrived on the wonderful Mollie and we chatted over the gate and Jeremy cut up some windfall apples to give the pony as a Sunday treat.