Two new hills in two weeks!

It's definitely a record in recent times. We're in danger of becoming actual hillwalkers again if this keeps up.

Report to follow on yesterday's long-distance assault on Fionn Bheinn at Achnasheen. In the interim, here's a picture of a labradoodle having a right guid time in the snow.

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The Wee five year old Black Dug

Time flies, eh?

The excitement of a new frisbee never diminishes though. :0)

Birthday Update:

Oh aye, there was cake later...

It's a doggy dog world, as Gloria says.

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You can almost smell the Glasgow Apollo

...although, like, I know it's not the Apollo, but what with the patched jeans, and the centre-parted long hair, and the lead breaks (that aren't really proper guitar player lead breaks but we didn't care) and the sideburns, and the waistcoat, and the bounce, (oh, the bounce!) and most of all - most of all - a proper drummer's semmit...this is almost like being there again.

This probably defined a fair bit of what I choose to call my, ahem, image through secondary school and University. And if I was still physically capable of growing my hair, then it probably still would.

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It's an ill wind...

What Alan Sloman says.

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Incidentally, the Highland News has a nice quote from Cooncillor Prag(g?) as well. Not that I'm saying his impartiality is in question. That would imply some kind of doubt about the situation.