Mad day

You wouldn't know from this, but Matt had been bitterly disappointed at not going fossil-hunting at Bearreraig Bay on account of the weather. Good to see he got over it and demonstrated his hidden (until now) nose-distorting skills.

In the end, we went for a trip to Plockton where the weather was sunny/windy/overcast/rainy in quick and dramatic succession.

Because this was the first time we'd had any mobile phone reception, we discovered my dad had been admitted to hospital the day previously. He'd been unable to get his balance and felt weak on one side, so my brother had taken him to A&E. They'd done scans and ruled out a stroke - but wanted to keep him in to do more tests.

We decide to go home early so I can go down to Hartlepool the following day.