We nearly didn't make it to this year's Grampian Tibet Support Group walk (one of my favourite annual events).
First of all Gail was saying "Bertie, I know your poorly foot is looking much better, but are you really up for an eight mile hill walk?" But of course I told her I was feeling tip top and reminded her that anyway, several of the participants are not as young as they used to be and the pace would not be too demanding.
Then Gail was saying "Oh but look at the weather Bertie, it's bucketing down, maybe we should stay at home today". But I made her check the weather on the BBC website, which forecast the rain would clear by mid-morning.
Then Gail forgot that the drive from Aberdeen to Ballater takes an hour if, and only if, there are no Sunday drivers on the A93. On a Sunday…
So we arrived late. (I will admit that being late is an exceptionally rare occurrence in our household, given a certain person's tendency toward obsessive punctuality, a trait she inherited from Human Grandad).
Oh but I am so pleased I was able to take part in this event once again.
Does it look like I was having fun?
I think it does.
|Poorly foot? What poorly foot?|
|Race you to the top!|
|Sure I can catch those mountain bikers...|
|Phew, Gail has remembered my lunch|
|Oh this is such fun!|
|Look, I have a rival in the beard department!|
|It is windy on top of Pannanich Hill|
|Everyone's furs are in disarray.|
|But if I sit here looking cute, some one will surely feed me...|
|Oh. Gail says I have to show you the view of Lochnagar too.|
PS Remember, you have just one more day to enter 'Darwin-lite'.