Making the most of it

Mist swirred slowly around the tops and rain scattered itself lazily across the Arrochar Alps.
We sat in the motor and opened our picnic as the windows steamed up and raindrops trickled down the outside of the glass sealing us up and shutting out the grey day.
Picnic done, out we went. The trees sheltered us from the worst of the rain, the burn ran full and fast, funneling the water away from the steep slopes of the Cobbler above.
With wet feet and with midges in hot pursuit we ran back to the motor, slamming doors behind us to sit and laugh as we wriggled out of our waterproofs and waved frantically at the last of the invading midges.

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