Where does time go to? There was the first thing, then the next thing, then the thing after that. That’s what did it. Joycee’s birthday, our tenth anniversary and now I’m in Newcastle to see Rammstein. All good.
Just a thought if anyone’s passing WH Smith at lunchtime, the current Trail mag has a feature in it where Phoebe and I walked from Rannoch Station to Spean Bridge via the bothy at Stob Ban at the tail end of last winter. It was a cracking trip, full of stuff, originally supposed to be a winter mountain lightweight piece, but kinda morphed into what’s in the mag which was great as I got to do something different. I’ll do a follow up post on the trip later on.
Anyway, I’ll catch up with stuff at the weekend. Probably. Possibly?