The first panic of the day subsided - the bag of sugar was found under the kitchen table. Clearly she's far fonder of butter and carrots (and flour) than pure sugar - what a girl!
So we had good weather again! How amazing. This time we did some trails at Little Assynt - and boy were we tired - Sore legs. They were maybe maintained trails but they were very up-and-downy. Ah - undulating is the word I believe. I bored R with telling him all about how fit the old Highlanders were as they had to go up and down such undulations without paths, before General Wade's roads.
He got his own back later as we headed off after lunch to another walk at Kylestrome and on the way caught sight of something that excited R very much - thrust planes! We screeched to a halt (well it was R driving so actually we found a layby and performed a smooth parking maneouvre) where he got out and explained all about these geological phenomenons and the importance of their discovery. So we duly took some photos of the Glencoul Thrust Plane and the Moine Thrust Plane across the glen - and it is quite interesting really.
Bad points today - the dogs (particularly Maddie) came back from a jaunt reeking of something bad - euch! And I've burnt the onions twice now and had to start again on my sauce, and now I've run out of garlic. Sigh.
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