Gone Away

A quick blip in torrential rain this morning before we leave for a short sojourn near Portsoy on the north coast of Aberdeenshire.
The bikes are loaded, the food stowed and a selection of assorted clothing and equipment packed which will hopefully cope with the vagaries of the weather and different activities.

We will have a nasty wet journey north, but perhaps there is the chance that our destination will just be above the blue rain carpet selectively covering all of Scotland south of the great Glen.

The coast we are driving to, which I used to knew as Banffshire, is one of little fishing villages, Pennan of 'Local Hero' telephone box fame, Crovie, Gardenstown, Banff, Buckie and Cullen.

To the west lies Elgin, the home of son #1 and we will be able to visit the Grandtwins and hear tales of their first month at school.

His Lordship is very eager to visit Fort George, near Inverness, and view his father's war medals, but I think that is a place too far and too demanding of time on this visit. I do hope he doesn't sulk.

And so as I post this and look out on a sodden scene with pouring rain and very little light, I'm thinking of all the dripping runners in Edinburgh's Big Run today and of course all you lucky people cavorting in the sparkling waves of beaches down south.
Remember the sun cream, won't you? The hollow laugh is mine.

Please note carefully the rain pouring past this window on the left. I was drenched in the getting of this blip.