Achaderry

Before I start tonight I wind back to yesterday morning stuck in the Dalwhinnie traffic jam. By text I was updating Mrs Cakes at home and the engineer whom I was meeting on site near Pitlochry of my progress. Mrs Cakes with full internet access at home was able to supplement the Radio Scotlad traffic news. Just as our queue looked like it was going to move I sent M a final text:
“Trafffic starting to move in Dalwhinnie but haven’t joined the A9 yet, Sx”
I checked the thread again and was horrified to realise I had just ended my last text to the engineer with a kiss.
I think my cringing embarrassment fairly brightened his morning.
Anyway, it was a desk day but consumed full of time wasting errands. I could barely pull a woolly hat on such was my heightening mop of hair. My hair doesn’t get long, it gets high and very wide. My last dash to the town was too late to beat the barbers locked door. They shut at five but if the queue is too long they lock the door early so they can still finish at five. I was cursing that night at twenty nine minutes past four.
What else. Oh aye, a very tight program this morning. The girls did a 4km run. Allowing for their warm up I had 40 minutes to entertain dogs on a brisk walk at UI. On the way up the hill I went too far meaning I had only 15 minutes to retrace the 25 minute outward walk so I jogged back. I had a big mountain jacket on which flapped all over the place, the dog flinger in my hand and my walking shoes; so I didn’t really look the part. However I got back to the car at the same time as the girls and the dogs got loads of exercise.
Did I say we have Bob staying? We have Bob staying with us for a couple of days.
The two dogs together seem to need more exercise than one so we had a quick circuit as it got dark at Achaderry. This is a photo of one of the lochans.
In between I did get quite a lot of work done.
There was no morning photos at Upper Inverroy because I had no card in the camera. Camera free it is much easier to jog.