I was a bit miffed to hear that Gail had gone gallivanting off to London for a couple of days with Flat George (click here if you really want to read about that).
So anyway, to make up, she took me for a long and perfect Sunday walk in Glen Tanar.
We had the right kind of snow (freshly fallen, and just enough to make everything look beautiful but not so much as to impede my customary bounciness)
It was just the right temperature, an invigorating 1 degree C and, for once, no wind.
We went at the right time of day, so the sun was high enough in the sky to peep out from behind the hills every now and then.
Glen Tanar has the right kind of trees (native Caledonian pine forest, not just boring plantation conifers).
We encountered the right amount of traffic on the forest tracks (i.e. none)
There was just the right amount of water for the stream to look its most pretty.
And, best of all, Gail remembered to bring along the right number of bribes so there weren't any rows about her making me do all this ridiculous posing....