Last October I wrote a post here called I Miss the Hills. Whilst whale watching in remote northern Skye I got a call from my dad who had just managed to hit his face on a cupboard door knocking him unconscious and breaking his shoulder on the way down. I had to drive down from Plockton to Manchester to help out with him & my mum, leaving the wonderous peaceful glistening sea behind in wonderous weather. I didnt blame my dad one bit 🙂
Finally it’s time to return to beautiful Plockton, so having wrapped my dad in bubble wrap for the week I’ll be making that wonderous drive northwards on Wednesday lunchtime. It’s such a wonderous drive that some sad bugger wrote a blog in tribute to it all; Driving to the North West Highlands. Fitness is pretty poor this year so there wont be many big walks, I’ll be happy with anything, fingers crossed for the weather as ever of course. Let’s see what excellent adventures lie ahead, can’t wait.