Rest and be wet

Five hours on a train found me openly welcomed to the abode of Anne, John and Lindsay in suburban Glasgow. I was so pleased to be in a proper bed again that I probably would happily have stayed in it for the whole week. But fortunately they had plans for me, and prevented this waste of a train ticket.
The weekend found us roaming the countryside, but the fickle scottish weather was not on our side. All day we climbed hill, after monument, after hill, all with splendid views from the top. Or, at least, there would have been. There was however, a splended view of the mist.
C'est la vie.

After we had done all this travelling on the rainy Saturday, the Sunday was of course perfect weather. John was most aggreived by this, but I consoled him by telling him that if we had done it the other way around then the weather would have done it the other way around too. Storm clouds follow me like bad luck for Jonah.