Well, 4 days on from my tent peg back-popping incident and I'm still needing sticks to navigate around the house despite a diet of painkillers. Thanks to Dionne and David who sent some pics from their West Highland Way adventure, once again reminding me of my unplanned vertical descent of the Buachaille.
Outside the Kingshouse Hotel (Buachaille in background)
On the plus side of things, my nephew who is staying with me has at last realised we do not have a 'dish fairy' or indeed a 'laundry fairy' wot does these daily mundane tasks, and even as I write, he is up to his elbows in dishwater. See, clouds and silver linings.....
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