Friends, collies, restless dogs,
Just as I posted my last blog – recording the highlights of our first two weekends of Munro bagging – it seems, we might be off again; destination and summits unknown. This doesn’t do anything to settle the anxiety juices that start doing a twist and shake, prior to a full blown tango, when packing commences. And, packing my van takes a v. v. v long time.
We are going to being doing a lot of that playing it by ear thing, which isn’t good for me. Not least because I can’t begin to think what it means. We are ranging about the south eastern Cairngorms and the south east highlands, taking us where the weather is finest. After such a horrible wet and windy spell we are just hoping we can do just a bit more before hanging up our boots for the year. Though, I have it on good authority, that B might be going off on some high ridges without me later on. I’m trying not to listen to that.
I’ll spill all the beans when I get back but I’ll need a lot of zzzzzzzzs first.
Love Ben xx