Annual Pilgrimage

It seems I always find my way to the top of a snowy Ben Cleuch (the hill behind my house) at this time of year.  For the last two years running it's been with Ian and Mike (Andy couldn't make it this year).  It doesn't get any easier.  We were rewarded with snowfall all the way down and by the time we dragged ourselves out of the pub, the kids were making snowmen in the garden.