This Saturday we are getting on the Beast and hitting the road towards Scotland. I honestly didn’t think it would come this soon after that trip in 2019, but Covid forced us to fold our wings and stay within the borders. Meh, it could be worse.
We started in the morning when the mist still clung to the ground and continued into the clear sunshine of the afternoon. It was the middle of the rutting season for deer and you know what that means; the sound of the nearby stream rushing full of rain water broken by the sound of horny deer chasing tail around the hills.