WFH (I know...!)

For light relief I went to see Baz and the hound after work at Porty beach. The tide was up so thee wasn't much beach to aim at. But... we did cobble together a plan to end our Munro drought in the not too distant future.

From Porty, I was enticed by curry to Hers - with great timing it was ready to serve as I rolled up with a cold beer from the local shop. 

Then the 10pm scouring the streets for the truculent daughter as I made my way homewards. It meant I got a few extra miles for the Strava count in vain attempt to keep within a grand tour of Middleman....