When the north wind blows...

While the vicious north wind was ripping slates of the roof and destroying the gate I'd lovingly crafted back in the spring, I dropped Corrie off in the Ben Cleuch centre for Play Alloa and took Erin for a play in the snow at Glen Devon.

It all started so well, as you can see.  She thought it was fantastic while we were in the forest, sheltered by the trees.  I thought she might enjoy getting some spindrift action down on the dam....

She didn't .. those are real tears..... 

One day, she'll drag my geriatric arse off a stormbound summit in a blizzard and I'll remind her of the day I introduced her to the delights of the scottish hills in winter ;-)