Gormless

Up at 7.30am to howling winds so the plan of spending the day on Loch Faskally with M canoeing club didn't have much appeal, which wasn't helped by the sideways wrenching the car was getting on the road up there, the speed of the water in the river and the idea of paddling around with a dog in the boat. But it turned out nicely. The spot was sheltered from the wind and the flow near the shore was OK so it could be managed with M hanging on to the mutt with me paddling, with occasional help from Ellen. 

Ewan was out in his own kayak but spent most of the day pretending to be a Gormley.

Other than that, the only other notable thing was Lightroom deciding against seeing my camera, which is annoying.