Dreaming of Madeira ...

Misleading title, perhaps. But as I stood, mercifully half-sheltered by the forest from a biting west wind, looking down on Loch Tarsan under a chilly sun, I thought of my pals enjoying the second walk of their HF Madeira holiday and wished, not for the first time, that I'd conquered my toothache-induced lassitude in the autumn sufficiently to book my usual sun-in-winter holiday.

At least the rain only lasted for 15 minutes ...