Sandy

Today we walked out to Dun Canna, the remains of an old fort beyond Ardmair. After a bit of grumbling from the Infant P about our Neolithic ancestors' lack of consideration in building so far from the road, negotiating our way through a muddy field full of cows eying us suspiciously, we finally made it. Then we had to come back again and stopped for a welcome cup of tea with Sandy and Barbara who were on grandparent duty.