Day Trip

With only a couple of days left, I asked the son what he wished to do and was surprised - he fancied a wee motor up to Portree! Well, why not. It was a grey old wet day and he was soon selecting some tunes for our entertainment from the wallet of CDs in the door pocket. We’re forever in 2006 there. Which seems a good place - when I just a young thing and he was fifteen. We went camping on Mull together that year, I do recall. Today he wondered aloud if we’d ever have another little break like this. Of course we will. Good that he still wants to.