Indian Summer

I don’t know about an Indian Summer. I’m expecting more of a Scottish Spring over the next week as we start to walk the 100 miles of the West Highland Way tomorrow. Our Irregular Spring is coming to an end.

Dry would be nice, but it likely ain’t gonna happen.

And that’s what happens.

I’ve got organiser nerves. Where are we eating? Will we survive the midges? How will we cope with the wet? Are we well enough equipped? And so on.

Mostly I want everyone to enjoy it. But whatever happens, it will be another chapter in the Great Happening.

See you from my Tardis Writing Desk on the way from Milngavie to Drymen tomorrow ;-)