Yes I am going for some Scottish stereotypes today.....
Just had a wonderful weekend over at the cottage in Torridon. We drove a different way from usual, and stopped at Dufftown en route.
Apparently I'm not old enough for whisky, which is a shame, 'cos there are lots of famous distilleries nearby. Hamish would have loved it.
Meanwhile the west coast of Scotland was enjoying its usual summer weather.
Of course, that never deters us from going out. I do hope
Uncle Eric reads this as I think he would be impressed by the state of my coat...
Only one hour after this walk on Saturday, we went to visit our German neighbours Renate and Michael for afternoon tea. Don't you think I scrub up nicely?
I snuggled up on Renate's super-comfy lap, happily daydreaming about bogs as she and Michael and Gail chattered on and on (I think the subject of the FIFA World Cup came up).
We went for another walk this morning, but it wasn't as good as yesterday's. No bogs.
I was well-behaved and obeyed the rules.
But it was quite a long hike, and I can tell you I was mightily miffed to be woken up on the drive home, ejected from my cosy spot in the rear of the car and made to pose for yet another picture.
