Stob Coire na Ceannain

I had a wee walk up Maoll Ruadh early evening before darkness fell.

Caley woke up one morning a few days ago with a limp and has been on light duties to let it heal. Caley doesn't do "light duties" and his frustration was obvious as he read my actions and body language, putting boots and jacket on, as a signal something good -in his mind-was going to happen.

I must say it also felt strange visiting the wee hill without his company.

It was cool and damp but I found the swirling valley floor mist quite interesting.