The Ben

Drove 340 miles from the Far North to the south west of Scotland with
weesnorrie in her car to get them both home.
With her newly broken leg in a temporary plaster cast whilst she grit her teeth and sooked paracetamol.
At a modest steady pace that took heed of the actual speed limit!!
And sods law meant that it was a day such as you get once in a blue moon in the west coast ; even The Ben was without cloud!!
Every corner presented a blipfoto opportunity ,but couldn't stop!
Sigh!
Ain't life a bugger!!