Cromarty

We went to Cromarty to climb up the mythical One Hundred Steps. I say mythical because each time I vow to count them as I am convinced that someone is unable to count. But I lost count once I got into the fifties, Bud fell into the well at this point. It is now only a small hole in the ground surrounded by a little wall and full of water. I had to stop counting in order to laugh.

It was a lovely afternoon, calm, mild and with that beautiful purply, blue haze that only seems to happen in this part of the country.