Hallo!
This is Pitfichie Castle.

From the other side of Pitfichie forest on the hill... or something more vague than those descriptions.

Me and my dawg...

This is like that story about the boy with imaginary friends..
The guy in this picture isn't my friend, although we did nod knowlingly at one another from the top of the hill. 2 things to remember though: He took off as soon as I reached the top, and he was wearing a lot more padding than me (don't tell Helen).

This is whatdoyoumacallit...summit 5457m.

This is me at the top. Took 25 minutes on that amazing orange machine.

See, no padding!

Then I cycled to the south of France. Had trouble getting my bike on the Eurostar. Took it apart into 100 tiny pieces and carried them on in a plastic bag.
I'm just joking with you.
This is of course Hobbiton...

Had a stretch of one of those perfect few days.

Helen was watching my progress with her hawk-like vision.

In Scotland we love living in very old old places.
Kildrummy Castle, circa 1250.



All these pictures are high-res by the way, so click on them to get a nice big shot.


Remember what I said about Scots loving to live in old old places.


He kept a close eye on us as we walked the perimeter.

They flock to Helen wherever we walk...

They all do...

This was a pretty perfect red roofed cabin near Loch Kinord.

We slipped around Burn o' vat in the rain.


Water seems to fall through the rocks all around you.