Oh how excited I was when Gail told me we were going over to Torridon for the weekend, and that her nice friends from Holland, Angela and Florian and their boys Alexander and Sebastian, would also be staying at the cottage.
It got even better when I heard that a big hill walk was planned.
Imagine my dismay on arriving at the cottage. The visitors were out, but they'd left so much stuff lying around, and all of it indicating interests other than hillwalking with yours truly.
First I spot a musical instrument case.
And this kit is surely shouting 'sea kayak'?
And oh dear, a fishing rod...
Then there's a bag of books.
Oh, what a relief, finally I see some hiking boots.
When our friends showed up, it turned out they had already been sea kayaking and crab fishing and were now ready for a relaxing evening, noses buried in books, and I decided to join them.
In the morning they played their musical instruments (quite pleasing to the flappy little ears, actually).
But I was beginning to wonder if the promised expedition into the mountains would ever take place.
Oh the tension. ….
Well I am totally thrilled to tell you that on Sunday we all climbed MY mountain, Beinn Alligin. (You did know that my posh Kennel Club name is Granddach Beinn Alligin, didn't you?)
And look what a splendid day we had.