I shot out of bed about 4am, the cramp in my calf muscle felt like a hot rivet dropped into a bucket of kittens. It’s a family thing, the quinine in the Irn Bru helps prevent it, but hell it’s been a dry week so it was bound to happen. I knew when I got out of bed on my only day off I’d be limping. Dammit.
By late afternoon I was grinding my teeth at the sunny day out there that I’d had plans for, so when the girls called to say they were heading home we made a picnic date for an hour’s time and I was soon outside in the evening sunshine.
Munchies finished we headed into the Kilpatricks for a wander around the trails below the crags where the leg was servicable enough. The woodland has had some trail work done and was easy going, quiet, and really rather lovely as the soft light filtered through the tall trees.
As we headed back to Overtoun House something we saw demanded comment, a single tree leaning towards us, pulling the colours of autumn onto its shoulders. A little ripple of excitement went up and down the wiring at the sight of that. The years rolls on once again.