Munro bagging...my life in hills
So this is the first post that's NOT featuring the Supreme Being in some way...It's a bit of a strange feeling and am sure it won't last. Mainly because my readership will disappear rapidly, so normal business will be resumed soon, but I am just back from a wonderful weekend of hillwalking and campervanning with the brother-in-law John. There's another first...it was his first van experience. And I think a successful one, so lets hope it's not the last.
Another first was I had new walking boots so it was their first trip out. Which was also a last for my old pair - retired after 150 odd munros. It was also the last time I don't ensure the van door is properly shut in midge infested Scotland. I also hope it's not the last outing that DDU (the van) does given how he's been behaving recently - repaired from our last trip this was a test run for the Netherlands in a weeks time.
The end of an affair
The life on the road
Campervan delight
And so we headed to the middle of the Highlands near Dalwhinnie for a couple of nights and four munros. Highlights included the shoutiest chip shop owner in the UK in Pitlochry; beautiful scenery, good banter, beer and whisky; it not pouring with rain the whole time; learning why an afterlife is completely plausible; and campfire and contemplation by the loch. John's a grand ol' fella too so it was great spending some time with the big man. As Emily would say "Undle Don, he's really funny man" (you knew it wouldn't last - that's the first and last time I try and write a blog without mentioning Emily)...
Mountains, beach, loch and a really funny man
Loch views guaranteed
Man, fire, beer :-)
Man, van, fire, beer :-)
On top of the world
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