We are tootling off to Cromarty tomorrow with the Formerly Tropical Godparents. We are puzzling ourselves about packing the quite small car with four adults, a dog, luggage, and vegetables, but I’m sure it will all work out somehow. Miss Dog will go in the boot, on the smallest of her dog beds; those of us who are in the back will I think have to be packed in and around with stuff by those who will sit in the front. We had actually had the brainy plan of hiring a larger car from the garage, but alas, the Laguna which is to be had is out and not coming back till Sunday night. We are not defeatist. Once in my young youth I went from Cambridge to Cornwall sharing the back seat of a smallish car with, amongst other items, a gate-legged table and a cello. It’s amazing what you can do. We had one of the Huntly Two over this evening with his mama (the other Huntly Two had other engagements), so I made the Jesuit Pudding. Very nice it was too, and quite nostalgic, since as I said in an earlier blog, my mother used to make it in the Seventies. I had to boil the marsala first, given that the Professor is allergic to alcohol and Godmama is a Muslim, but it still came out pretty elegant.