Time in the sun

I do have some constants in my life. Certain activities or smells or places that invoke a familiar and well-loved feeling. One of mine...going to Highland Games.

It starts with heading to a large park or fairground. Today it was Levengrove Park in Dumbarton on the River Clyde. 

Dreaming of snow

It was a wee bit of a rough weekend for me due to feeling unwell and quite warm temperatures. Not at all up to my expectations of the weekend. Still so happy to have gone out. The people and views were brilliant. Those will be my lasting memories.

Independence

Even though the vote for independence is more than a year away, I think it will sneak up on people. I feel it would be wrong for me to vote. At least, that is how i feel at the moment. I care deeply about the future of Scotland. I want to see the country continue to prosper and strive for a good quality of life for all who call it home. As I wish for every country.

Beinn Ime

Most weekends I find my way to the hills for a walk. The last few weeks I have had my eye on Beinn Ime, a munro in the Arrochar Alps. Last weekend I made an attempt. Very wet. Mist swirling about. Blowing. The combination of the mist, mud, and lack of clear trail caused me to make the decision to divert to Beinn Narnain, which I was familiar with after walking up it earlier in the month.

Sock Adventures: Toe points

I have a confession. I have been wearing many of my new socks without blogging about them. Who can refuse a cute pair of socks sitting in your suitcase? (My suitcase is currently my dresser)