Not Alone

On a wet, windy, murky day the hills of Arrochar were not alive with the Sound of Music.

More a sombre tone as thoughts turned to others no longer with us who sprightly walked these routes.

They are missed for their chat, their silly stories and the hot topics of the time greatly debated and now no longer relevant.

It all appears fleeting but somewhere in our sub-conscious the tapes are rewound and they are with us and the occasional nonsense they spoke is subordinate to the gems of words and actions that live-on as we remember them.