Into Perthshire

The festive season is passing well, we've open parcels, eaten lots, been out to friends, had friends round to us and I've really enjoyed and appreciated our home, decorated, cosy and comfortable.
This morning when I got up Mr FF had already packed Brie and cranberry chutney sandwiches and made a flask of coffee so we could go out for the day. We drove over the Forth bridge into Perthshire, which was looking beautiful, not as cold and frosty as it is here but slightly misty and mysterious.

We stopped off briefly at the House of Bruar near Blair Atholl, a retail shrine to all things expensive, Scottish cashmere, country clothing and luxury foods. No credit crunch there, the place was heaving and people were shopping, we just looked with wonder at the array of goodies.

Our picnic was taken at the side of Loch Rannoch as the sun tried to break through and the temperature stuck at zero.
The day was a reminder of what a beautiful part of the world we have on our doorstep, sometimes we forget just like we forget how much we love our home and how fortunate we are.