New Years Eve. The house a hive of activity. Kilts unwrapped and pressed, tables set, cutlery found, then mislaid, then found again. Bob and Sophie's first experience of pre-Hogmanay chaos. Sporrans eyed warily.
Tripped over in the kitchen, chased out of the library, exiled from the dining room they finally settle on the staircase. Not the first generation of PON's to have watched Hogmanay preparations from the staircase. Different PON's, different staircases but on the stroke of midnight tonight they'll know they're family. " I may not have gone where I intended to go, but I think I have ended up where I needed to be " - PON wisdom.
And here's a New Year song which will be heard here at midnight.
A Good New Year to one and all from all of us in The Rickety Old Farmhouse. .