Drochaid na Charra

Having waited for most of the morning for the rain and howling wind to abate, we decided at the first hint of sunshine and a reasonable forecast for the afternoon, to hike through the Glencarnie woods to Carrbridge.
We just got to the point of no return when the heavens opened and we arrived at the Old Bakery 'fair drookit', in time for a hot cup of tea.

When the sun reappeared we emerged and got the cameras out to blip the iconic Old Bridge over the River Dulnain, a regular feature on many a calendar of the HIghlands. The river was in full flow, rushing over the rocks with cream spume and a peat brown undertow.
The bridge was built for £100 in 1717 by one, Brigadier Grant, for the use of estate workers and for funerals to the local churchyard. The parapet were washed away in the 'muckle spate' of 1829.

On the way home, the clouds gathered again, and we had driving rain and hailstones all the way to the door. I think the only bits of me that weren't wet were my feet, thanks to my waterproof walking boots.
Clothes are dripping on the radiators now and my hair is dripping down my neck.

His Lordship's first words after we had shaken off our sopping things were- 'that was good then'. Strange man, who is he kidding? It was diabolical.......... but nothing that a stiff drink won't improve. At least it will blur the memory.