Sgurr a'Mhaoraich - which translates as something like peak of the shellfish but will always be known as the peak with the metal footholds - is located deep in the motherland.
There were times today that I thought I was the only person on this little island. I never saw a sole all day - not even a wiff or a boot print.The only company I had was the hinds that are established back on the mountains and the stags, doing stag things.
And then there were the frogs....
I will now confess to being a very careful car driver (note: specific reference to car and not bike) sitting on rather alot of points.
As I pootled back along the road to the A87, I saw a frog lolloping across the road.
I rammed on the brakes and waited patiently as little frog continued on its adventure.
Feeling very very smug, I then continued pottling along the road - after all, not much to rush home for.
Turned next bend and saw #2 frog lolloping across the road.
Unfortunatley, my reflex's weren't that great this time and frog #2 in now a very squashed frog ....
Do they not know that it is still winter and that they really shouldn't be out lolloping across roads?
