Rain sort of stops play

We woke up and did that thing of constantly looking up the hillsides to se if the tops would ever appear and if the clouds would stop going at speeds that would pick you up and drop you in the glen. It didn't happen.

So wee took the cars round to Lochinver and walked back. Had lunch at Suileag bothy got the odd view of Suilven and generally just got soaked.... but we were in the hills. That's what matters.

Once I was dry, steak was eaten, red drunk and bottles of whisky were mortally wounded. It was a good evening.

Looks better big apparently