With the rest of the UK battered by storms and floods, and with memories of last year’s blizzard on the run, it turned out to be a relatively benign and pleasant jaunt over Turnhouse and Carnethy. Willie almost blotted his copybook by missing the promised scree run but we did find it and filled our shoes with gravel, to enhance the boggy return to Flotterstone. A few marks lost at the pub for salty soup and dry bread but my neighbour’s chips were very good and the aromas of the various meals were very enticing. Good beer as well and the lovely glowing stove to thaw out in front of.
Now, who had the Scampi? According to the pub one meal wasn’t paid for and Helen is now out of pocket!
Digby