Well I managed a good 18 mile walk today...but the various joints know all about it now. It was very dry up on the hill so Skipper headed off in search of a drink. The next thing I knew was a very angry duck flying low along the side of a lochan, pursued, rather too closely, by a black wagging tail.....being all that I could see of the our bold lad in the heather. One very happy dog emerged from the undergrowth, while a much flusterd duck returned to her nest.

I shall miss my ever enthusiastic companion on the Cross itself.