Splish Splosh.

DEAR SPOOK, as you can see, your son had a bit of trouble getting out the door to school this morning. He was frightened to lift Snap out as he still thinks he might be allergic and didn't want to go to school with streaming eyes.

It was 17 degrees, (according to Meg) as the children waited for the bus to school. I headed off through a very foreboding looking Glencoe on my way south to Mum and Dad's. There was sun hitting Rannoch Moor though, and creating layers of moorland all the way to Schehallion. The black cloud over Glencoe ended at Loch Na Ba and there were many fingers of light streaking down to spotlight the lochans which looked silvery and dramatic. It was such a striking view, that it brought a lump to my throat. There were cars abandoned by the roadside and people running to take photos while the light was so good. I had no camera and no time to stop as I made it for coffee 3 minutes past the official cut-off time.

The journey back was also probably 17 degrees, but rainswept and dangerously flooded. Have we really only been a year away from these busy roads? I longed for the wide and empty roads of the South Island as I got chased up the north section of the Loch Lomond road with cars in both directions and puddles that obscured the windscreen and every droplet of water reflecting headlamps and blinding me. It was 7pm on a Friday night. Where did all these people come from and why were they in such a hurry?

The children were at The Cameron household and I phoned at 5pm to make sure all was well. Finn answered the phone and when I asked how he was, he said he was really sad. That worried me as he had a great chat with Thomas from New Zealand this morning (it was lovely to speak to Thomas and stand looking at his photo on the kitchen shelf). I thought perhaps a Kiwi homesickness had struck Finn. He told me it was because Amy had the TV remote and wouldn't give it to him, even though she had promised he could have it.

Glad your journey to Invers was a bit easier than mine.

xxx