Ben Vorlich

On way up to Stoc A Chroin (peak of the sheep fold)
In a bid to avoid the wedding Big S and I went for a walk, success in the walk but a stop for a fleece in Callander at just the wrong time meant we heard the vows being exchanged over the shop tannoy.
Fleecy themes extended when we rescued a bleeting lamb, cute as could be but the jacket is now flecked with sheep shit.
Two Munros though and a good day.
lamb