Zipping not blipping

This is, I think, Stob a' Choire Mheadhoin at over 3,600 feet from the Loch Treig car park at very out-of-the-way tiny settlement of Fersit which I came across when I pulled of the Spean Bridge to Dalwhinnie road during a long day of house or ‘nice places to have a house’ hunting.

I’d started out from Beauly where I’d overnighted and visited after breakfast the great Highland Hospice charity shop. Then past the mind-blowingly huge new electric grid substation ( more like a Hong Kong style town than a station) in construction to ease the transmission off green electricity from the wind farms of north and west Scotland. So far I have not seen one of the mega-pylons which will be built to carry the 400kV East Coast upgrade.

(That’s me caught up and up to date again. My blipping at the moment is like a recalcitrant dog who manages to work out all its lead, lagging further and further behind until he realises he’ll miss his tea if he doesn’t get a shift on. Where in Blipworld the reward of ‘tea’ might be that fingernails-on-cliff feeling that you’re back from the brink of absence, lost days and that your fragile sense of community is restored if not greatly strengthened by a sense of enduring, collective presence.)