Sun shining. All good. I was a happy fella on day six. You know, I tell myself that, and when I look at these photos, I really believe it too. I want to believe it, because I know I was having a good time.
I mean, I had absolutely no idea where we were. I was craving cider from pretty much breakfast time until… Well, every day, really. I squirmed my feet into my boots – almost with a leather strop between my teeth – every morning. And, much to cousin Stu’s delight, I stopped at almost every brook, stream, and raging river to wash, then dry, then talc my feet.
Patience of a saint, cousin Stu!
And, the chats were great. We covered every family episode from as far back as we could remember, and further still after that first cider. Cousin Stu tactfully skirted around any mention of the fact that I have a BA in Outdoor Education, that I studied for it in Scotland, and I spent the first twenty years or so working in the outdoors. That I had regressed into a freeballin’ alcoholic really is by the by.
And, to be fair, as cousin Stu often said, we were making progress.
Of course, if I even cared at this point, I could tell you how far we had walked and, more importantly, how far there was still to go.
But the blood…
And the sweat…
Yeah, you get the picture.
I’m so pleased you don’t get the smell to go along with it!
Don’t think about it. Look at the pretty River Orchy!