Snow is forecast, so The Girl and I decided to take the chance to explore the hills above our holiday cottage while the weather was fine.
At least... I made the decision and The Girl didn't know what she was letting herself in for until it was too late.
This followed a discussion about fitness and the need to get some. She was the one who took the "couch to 5k" pull-out from the Saturday newspaper, not me!
But we had an equipment issue. We had to swop wellies halfway through. Hers were too tight and mine leaked.
For the first 45 minutes it was uphill all the way. Mutiny was imminent. I handed her the dog lead, and Hero kept the momentum going.
Our house is in the middle of that dark green layer of tree-tops behind me.
According to the drawing in the guidebook, this path was supposed to loop round the top of the trees and back down to another group of holiday cottages, passing a "nature pond".
I think we may have missed the turning. That water on the horizon is the outlet of Loch Broom. The path showed no sign of ending, and was curving away to the right, across the open moorland
So we turned back and retraced our steps, with the promise of hot cross buns when we got home :)
FL had a good morning too...