PTC*

Oh, for crying out loud

Is this Friday?

I sat on the roof watching the clouds whip past. Ben Lomond shouldered the bottom end on it’s upper-most slopes until after lunchtime when it finally lifted clear of the summit. I could see past it to the Glen Falloch hills, just grey shapes today though. It’s funny how the outdoors has just disappeared. Hmm, not disappeared, [...]

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