Not quite 87 hours in Torridon

The March weather has gone a bit bonkers in Scotland - lions and lambs flying in and out and in and out again like nobody's business. So I trust you appreciate the amount of rain, hail, sleet and wind endured to capture on camera the occasional moments of brightness in the Torridon area last weekend.

And I do hope you liked the picture of the Highland Coos searching for the pot of gold. I rarely approve of including photos of non-dog species on this blog, but having first successfully negotiated extra treats, I decided to allow Gail just the one.

Yes, I know what you're thinking. Thank goodness this country has at least one canny negotiator...

Negotiation and compromise

So I am cross with Gail 'cos of the lack of presents from France. Given her lamentable record in this department, I guess you could say I should not have raised my hopes, but we WFT's are incurable optimists.

And Gail is cross with me because, in a fit of post-prison pique, I did not allow her to post any more of her holiday photos (those featuring a certain famous Bicontinental Dachshund) earlier in the week.

Readers will be pleased that Gail and I have decided to honour the spirit of Human Grandad, who was known for his quiet diplomacy and his skills in conflict resolution, and we have reached a compromise.



In exchange for a chunk of Sainsbury's best saucisson sec, I have decided to allow not just one but TWO photos of Gail with my godmother Tootsie and her lovely Mom.

OK, and one more of Tootsie then. She is totally adorable, for sure. 

PS Many, many thanks to Dachshund Daddy for saving the day with his camera, after Gail's ceased to function just hours before the rendezvous with Tootsie.