When Aitken's in Town

It seems whenever Sarah's is in town, or vice versa, we invariably go mountain walking - usually through mud, rain and mist. After meeting up for a brief excursion in Edinburgh, it was back to my home town for a visually stunning tour of Glasgow and a pint. Our plan was to go for a day trip to Arran Island, a place described as the ‘whole of Scotland in one island’ for a wee day trip. Getting the first ferry we set off on an 8mile walk through the lovely mountains with the intent of getting the last bus back to get the last ferry home. Of course this target was missed, and instead of getting the last bus back we had a fantastic 8mile walk in darkness, which was only partially relieved by hitching the last mile. Now some might say this target was missed due to poor planning, others that 4pm is a little early to be a last bus, but having done the post event analysis, I can conclude that our miscalculation can only be put down to the leisurely walking pace of a certain somebody with size 6 inch feet. Nevertheless, the extension on our day trip did allow us to get another walk to a waterfall in, albeit through cold and rain.
















Above and Bellow: Arran's scenery





































Diminutive feet doing their best

Drinkies in the flat