Icy Bog Trot

Neither of us made the move to suggest a shore walk despite the fairly certain knowledge that we both would have preferred it. We like to hold our ground and not be responsible for a change of plan without a real reason. We both knew it. We both maintained a stiff upper lip.

It wasn't as good weather as predicted - quite breezy and cloudy but, by the time we arrived at the start of the hill walk, we were more sheltered and our top was almost clear. Even less of an excuse now!

We set off along a good but icy track. The icy track turned into a bog trot of precarious frozen slush. We managed 45 minutes of random sliding and disappearing into mud before Rich asked if I was enjoying myself.

No. Easy!

Neither of us could face any more!

So, we had some great views of the surrounding lochs and hills, stretched our eight legs but were way off the hill. 

No matter. 

We knew what we all really had in mind... sitting at our favourite spot eating lunch, coffee shop and our last afternoon looking out over the loch. 

And that's what we did. 

The car is parked, packed and up at the top of the hill (anticipating a slippery start). We've eaten, burned the last of the fire material and settled down/curled up watching Peaky Blinders.