We were in Torridon again at the weekend. The weather was a bit 'West Coast' (of Scotland that is, meaning wet) so Gail and I only went for shortish walks this time.
But it's so boring isn't it, at night when your ancient human wants you to lie there quietly and "settle down Bertie", but you are still full of, er, bounce.
I can't think why Gail makes me sleep in the kitchen in Aberdeen.
