Looking Out To Sea

I’m just getting ready for weekend up north with the Mão no Chão people and Dion. I’ve got some bread getting ready, the hallway is piled high with an unsorted collection of things I could take including a tent and sleeping bags. I’m trying to work out if it’s possible to book train tickets home that are not eye-wateringly expensive. (The answer would appear to be “no”.)

The weather in Drumnadrochit says “rain” so a tent will probably not be so fun. I suspect thick socks and shoes might actually be more prudent, though we don’t plan on going for long walks.

I also have to think about getting something for lunch! Right, better get back to that bread, it’ll need worked a bit more and there’s no time to lose.