Carr Bridge

After a wee reccy on the map we reckoned that a route over the hill in forest tracks to Carr Bridge from the cottage would give Mrs SJR her desired  5km run. A lot of paths criss cross and are unmapped. I drove round to meet her. Fearing she may have taken a wrong turn I started walking in on the path I expected her to come out on.
Phone in hand, checking the map, I met a woman on her morning walk. I enquired, "I'm looking for a lady jogging in a pink top?" and just with that Mrs SJR appeared over the crest.
Later in the day I retraced the jogging route, cheating by bike and continued to the village centre bridge.