Later this month I go in for a double knee replacement, which is going to make a big difference to my mobility and to the workload at home. So we both need a treat, and Linda’s fixed for us to go to New Lanark for three nights. She’s studying the Owen mill as a part of her OU course, and our daughter Hilary lives in Edinburgh, so if we can endure the four hour plus drive to get there we’ll have a good time. The real bonus is that we’re staying in a self-catering flat which is part of the old mill complex, beautifully and lovingly restored. We can look out of our window, and watch the Clyde rush by. And although we don’t arrive till after 9.00 pm (courtesy of the reliably congested M6), Hilary is there to welcome us, ready with our meal.