13/8/90

It was another day of rest as it was windy and wet. After lunch the rain stopped for a few hours so Linda and I set off to climb the hill across the road from the resort. We weren’t feeling very energetic so took our time as we scrambled up through the heather on the steep hillside. About halfway up we stopped and sat on a lichen-covered rock while we ate an orange each and marvelled at the view out over the Spey River to the distant hills, dark and brooding beneath grey clouds. At the top of the hill we lost the track so made our way down a steep face covered in bracken to the main road and walked back to the unit.