Come By The Hills

Had a wee trip to a mountain bothy last weekend. Where after driving my way up to and down the million pound racetrack into the lands of Lochaber and Locheil I met with Mark, Sandra, Ian and Steven. 

Sadly, one of the intended party who shall remain "Anonymous " failed to join us.

After a late start, I almost found myself under the cover of darkness as I launched the kayak and headed for the beacon of light that was the candle lit bothy window. But what great company I found therein.

"Come by the hills to the land where fancy is free,

And stand where the peaks meet the sky and the rocks reach the sea,

Where the rivers run clean and the bracken is gold in the sun,

And cares of tomorrow must wait till this day is done. "