Once you manage to get over the freezing cold mornings in the house, then there is no better place I can think of to spend the first day of the month in than here up in the lake district.

We did some French exercises before going on a walk to the pub where a good old Cumberland sausage was in order.

Getting back home, we saw a red squirrel in the garden but we weren't quite quick enough to picture it; otherwise it was more French work until bedtime.

It's cold and I'm writing by hand so I need to get my arm back in my sleeping bag and get to sleep; goodnight.