If you’re reading this, then I am gone.
Don’t be sad, I didn’t suffer. I got one of those plug-in FM transmitters so I can hear my iPod in the motor again.
And, I’m in a better place. Somewhere between Kintail and Knoydart.
The inscription reads…
“Here he lies, not camping but sleeping in the back of the car ‘cos he’s feart o’ the weather”
Monday as seen above seems awfy far away.
I think this pish weather has settled in for the year. Count yourself lucky you dont have a micra.
I did manage to get to 900m near Tyndrum before the crazy wind decided I would be much better sliding back down on my butt. Waterproofs make the best sledges!