Glencoe

Since there was nothing else planned and the forecast was for mildly miserable, if the woman selling the dry suit got back in touch after last night's late email, we'd hop in the and nip up to Fort Augustus to get a bargain and have a wee mooch around before heading back home. So we did. Actually for all forecast didn't turn out to be miserable at all and Ewan got to sail his little remote control boat in the canal and Ellen got to fly her kite. I got to snooze in the car on the way home.