The three of us went for a wander today, around the tracks and trails from Balmaha. A little bit of the West Highland Way, a little bit of throwing stones into Loch Lomond from the beach and a little bit of looking up at the mountains just up the Loch.
We strolled around under blue skies full of sunshine and showers and had a smashing time. Holly loves her high vantage point in the carrier and Joycee loves the storage compartment under the seat for all manner of “stuff” that Holly “needs”. Just worrying about nappies, juice and wee gingerbread men in my rucksack is really rather nice.
It’s so good to have these places just up the road, a family day out with only minutes driving at either end of it. There were a lot of folk out and about and there was space for everybody. If the pundits are to be believed then more folks will be discovering such places this summer for the first time rather than flying to somewhere else to drink all night and sleep all day. I wonder.
It’s been a few weeks since I was above the 900m contour and I haven’t missed it. Since coming back from Glen Affric I’ve been busy with one thing and another and I think there was a lingering discontentment following that anyway which meant that I haven’t had the notion. I just haven’t felt like driving North.
I like that, it means that I’m not obsessed, I don’t need to go. But, the past few days I’ve been looking at the weather a lot, I was pointing out all the peaks to Holly, I’ve been rumaging through kit and now I want to go again.
The tops are calling. Alright!