Loch Affric

I realized these were all the snapshots which our children would look at someday with wonder, thinking their parents had lived smooth, well-ordered lives and got up in the morning to walk proudly on the sidewalks of life, never dreaming the raggedy madness and riot of our actual lives, our actual night, the hell of it, the senseless emptiness.

Storm? What storm?

We make up some sarnies and head for Loch Affric. On the way we pick up a can of Smidge - just in case.

The walk is easy going and the weather starts fine. No wind, no rain. The loch is mirror still, hills looming around it. https://www.walkhighlands.co.uk/lochness/Lochaffric.shtml

Five kilometres later it begins to drizzle and doesn’t let up. After rounding the west end of the loch, we pass Strawberry Cottage and eventually decide that we’ll find no shelter to eat our lunch. So we munch it as we walk.

18km later, we’re back at the car. Trousers/leggings are wet and my legs are tired. There’s a plan to visit Dog Falls on the way back, but it fades quickly.

The wood in the Airbnb is damp. I head into Cannich for firelighters and kindling. We doze, eat copiously, watch Dr Who. A lovely end to the day.