In between walks



Gratuitous photo of Eilean Donan is from yesterday’s drive back along Loch Duich.


Today, it has rained heavily and continuously throughout, making it a perfect opportunity for muscle recovery and indoor pursuits. And a short blog with little descriptive power.


We did manage a stroll to the village stores, clad from head to toe in waterproofs, to stock up on essential provisions and the makings of lunch. At around 5pm, the clouds lifted, allowing us a second sortie to explore a bit more of Plockton, venturing onto the pier and pontoon (which instantly made Em feel seasick).







Em is in charge of choosing tomorrow’s final walk, with a declared motive of physical self-preservation. She is keenly studying the guidebook as I write. Naturally I will overrule her choice.


Joff x



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