I’m away, just in time for the weather to smack me in the coupon. In fact, looking out of the window I can see a front grinding off the Atlantic towards me like a roll of lino unfurling towards a panicing woodlouse who’s wishing he hadn’t decided to explore the bare floorboards today.
Anyway, new people and familiar hills with familiar people and a little bit of track I’ve never walked for the rest of the week.
Let’s see, shoes, toothbrush, wallet, my best made by BBC Scotland for UK broadcast accent (that’s a Kelvinside accent for you locals, Balamory for you not locals) to save time repeating myself, Irn Bru, waterproofs (sigh), porridge bars and Motörhead t-shirt. Ready.