Scheihallion

Decided to make the most of the cold clear weather today so we drove to Grandtully (which I now understand is pronounced 'Grantly') on the River Tay, where a bunch of remarkable people were canoeing. In the water. Two degrees below zero and they were canoeing. Blimey. Inspired, we nipped across the road to the cafe and had hot chocolate with whipped cream.

A bracing 90-minute walk up a hill (where I blipped this) and back down was followed by lunch in the Inn on the Tay, after which we nipped across the road again for coffee and a shared pecan and toffee brownie. I should be the size of a house. But I'm not.