Dark

Ewan and Hayden headed down the road early so the Corsa could get MOTd (failed) so we three took ourselves to Aviemore on the bus for a mooch about and lunch in a wee cafe.

Back for some slobbing around the van though I did rouse myself enough for a few miles along the Speyside Way just to justify bringing the bike.

Speaking of bike, Aviemore is full of Harleys. Noisy fuckers and we’ve got two camping next door. Endless loud yapping. Add to that lots of hey friend let me fire my bike up and rev it so you can feel the rumble. Grow up.

Now we’re hanging around on an unlit path waiting for it to get properly dark in case any stars are visible through the cloud.