Anti-Rudolf Cream

It's not flattering, but it works!

Another glorious day on the west coast of Scotland. In these conditions, Liz doesn't so much tan as stroke.

And her nose turns so red Santa would pick her over Rudolph to lead the sleigh team.

We bought a small tub of zinc cream a while ago for high altitude mountaineering and after searching old kit bags, Liz found it. The cream was deployed today, with semi-geisha like effect.

Me? I'm just frazzled to a crisp.