I am writing this up inside Wanda: It's not very nice out there; not very nice at all! The rain is thrashing down with the force of very strong winds indeed and I have taken shelter in a little wood, care of the Glenlivet Estate. You can hear the wind coming at you through the trees like an express train approaching the station at full speed! At least there is less wind here low down in the wood but there is the danger of falling branches. Maybe it has the blood-sucking bats held in reserve if the rain and winds don't get me?
Mains of Cromdale roadbridge
Today was another longish one; about 17 miles when you take into account my route over the Hills of Cromdale. They don't do ordinary paths around these parts, see, only LRT's for the shooters: I suppose not many people actually walk these hills, so those shown on the OS maps are purely an historical record. The weather was pretty hellish going up and over the Hills of Cromdale and the ground conditions were very tough - lots of sapping bog, tussock and deep soaking heather. I got down the other side mightily relieved that they were 'done'.
Anyway, the day's done and I bought a nice bottle of wine and a superb 1991 Double Matured Lagavulin for tomorrow night from the silver tongued whisky salesman in the Whisky Shop in Tomintoul. You could die a happy man in that shop!
The phone battery is now very low, so that's all tonight! I'll just take a sip or two of that Lagavulin before turning in....