|The ice sailing across the water trough|
|The seemingly fragile Iris battles against the wind.|
My parents are due in Spain tomorrow but I have to say I am a little anxious about their getting to Gatwick. Freezing fog, my father has informed me, is forecast for tonight; that does not help my over-active imagination at all.
In the meantime I am in front of the fire researching Pompeii, with a little brandy to keep me extra warm!