BH

Ahead of a big desk day I rose early and took Caley up BH. As always he sensed something special was happening and the anticipation distracted him so much he couldn't eat his breakfast.
After the short hard slog you get your breath back at the top. The views were grand and the air felt cool and fresh. This, and watching Caley having swims in the little lochans raised the spirits ahead of the desk work.

On the way down I spotted something glinting in the heather; a careleely discarded coke can.
What knuckle dragging bonehead carries a soft drink can up here and thinks it is acceptable to drop it at their backside. We are supposedly the intelligent custodians of this planet. Often given a bad press mistakenly, pigs are far cleaner than the human race. I despair.