Time passes. Oops.

So, last weekend nothing really happened. I don't remember doing much, but at some point (Sunday) we must have went to the market in Princes St gardens, had a pakora while glancing at people ice skating, and then ended up shopping. The results of this were two cookbooks, some clothes, and a teapot.

The upshot of this is drinking loose leaf tea, and a muffin quest. Before buying the cookbooks, dearg had tried to make chocolate chip muffins, and not quite got it. Then there were more chocolate muffins (better) from The Big Book of Bread, and I did some banananana muffins from The Classic 1000 Cakes and Bakes (a surprisingly good volume). I still think the chocolate muffins might be better with a recipe without yoghurt.

That really takes us through the week. In contrast, I had a busy and tiring weekend... On Friday night, I decided to head for the hills the next day, so rising well before the crack of dawn on Saturday I went up on the train to the Arrochar Alps. In about 5 hours I managed to go up Beinn Ime then Beinn Narnain, and arrive by the track back to the station just in time to miss the train by 10 or 20 minutes (if I ran).

So a little wander around the village, a couple of phone calls, and then time for about 4 hours sitting around waiting for a train in an unmanned station. I need a longer book next time.

No photographs, I didn't bring a camera, which was fairly sensible given the weather—not wet until the evening, but much low-lying. The impression from the top of Beinn Ime was rather spectacular though, as I emerged above the clouds at the summit, and found myself standing above a sea of cloud, with one or two of the higher surrounding peaks just poking through into visibility.

Oh, and Sunday was the climbing wall, for the first time in about a month, just to make sure that I feel excercised today.