Home for 4 nights. Yeah. That'll do.

With the morning taken up sending out a few work emails, making sure the chooks had enough food for George to look after them, and feeling the suspicious looks of the cat burning into me as Mel disappeared out for a physio appointment, it was then out on the road.

Four nights away on the Applecross peninsula, on a wee outcrop between Loch Shieldaig and Loch Torridon, right on the shore. Although it was pitch black when we arrived, but oh so good to be in the peace and quiet.

That said, came the closest we've ever come to being a road statistic en route. Some guy coming the other way, overtaking a lorry on a corner, coming within an absolute whisker of the car in front of us, and almost undoubtedly we'd have ended up embroiled in any actual contact. So sitting later with a glass of fizz, with the woodburner fired up, doesn't feel too indulgent. Just enjoying being alive....

Tomorrow it'll be time to hit the hills.