Jolly japes abound

Out and about with Harvey and Piggles (aka Donnie) today, or at least that was the idea. First port of call was Tentsmuir forest, and we could only have been out of the car for three minutes at the very most when Harvey managed to go arse over tit and slam his chin into the adventure playground with quite some gusto. Cue tears and profuse bleeding. Back to Rodti Manor we went, the car filling up to neck height with gushing claret, before the application of lashings of Germolene and and entire roll of Micropore. Still determined to spend at least some of the day in the great Scotch wilderness, your intrepid reporter filled a knapsack with crisps and cartons of apple juice, and set forth with Piggles to Craighall Den, home of the rather splendid stream thing. Of course 'walking' isn't in Piggles' vocabulary, and so I embarked on our epic quest with him on my shoulders the whole way. This resulted in a most exhausted Rodti at the end of the walk, but some reasonably pleasing Blips in my camera.

The above was a bit of an experiment which sort of worked and sort of didn't, but I'm Blipping it and there's nothing you can do about it. Probably.