Since the snowy weather descended a month or more ago, I’ve taken to wearing a shawl on top of my coat - after the fashion of the Chalet School girls.

Did you ever read those books? I adored them. The Chalet girls went to school in the Austrian Tyrol in the days before central heating, so they knew a thing or two about keeping warm. They would wear enormous shawls, wrapped across their fronts and tied behind.

Mine isn’t quite that big, so I just fasten it at the front. It was woven on a tri-loom by the lady from whom I bought it at War Eagle Fair in north-west Arkansas. It keeps me snug when I’m huddled over my laptop; then serves duty again when Joss and I go rambling about the moors.

The corsage pinning it together in the photo above is the one my chum, Claire, made me as a Christmas gift. It’s a badge of friendship.

So, whilst I may look like an anachronism from Miss Marple’s era, my peculiar outfit makes me feel toasty and loved and like the heroine of a favourite book.

Which will do for me.