I love the journey from West to East. I love the roads to Mallaig and Skye, and the A82 over Black Mount and through Glencoe. But the route from the turnoff to Tomintoul over the Lecht to the Ballater/Braemar junction, is awe-inspiring, no matter what time of year.
The morning catch up had continued to be a bonus. Goodbye to Granny and Papa et al, and over to Mels. When my head started to sink onto the table from too much trying to squeeze 2 years talk into 3 days, Mel sent me to a cosy bed, with well-selected reads, and soothing creams for my fevered brow!
Cold and wet outside and safe and warm inside.
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