Thwarted

It looked like a glorious evening so I drove [sorry A] up to the A702 and went up Carnethy with Django, only to arrive as the sun sank into a big bank of cloud to the west. However, it's warm and still enough to relish my situation as I sit on the summit and write this. The dog is getting restless, though. He's bringing the ball uphill so he can let it roll back and have something to chase!