Who's eaten all the cake

It's a mistery. A. Sal very kindly sent mum a cake for her birthday. Originally we thought she'd sent it to tonight's stop over, but no she says she definitely sent it to Drymen for last night. But it's not arrived. Where can it be? We are here in Rowardennan for two nights (rest day tomorrow, thank goodness), so I suppose it might follow on - hope so - there was a close examination of my chops - I was a bit hurt - I like cake, but prefer Burns.

I had a narrow escape last night. Apparently the B&B had a dog shower. Mum and dad thought it was a great idea. Thankfully, I was clean and dry, so I got out of it.

They had dinner at the Clachan Inn, reputedly, the oldest pub in Scotland, and very nice it was too.

The first 4 miles of today's walk was on road, so they decided to play the ABC game on trees and on breeds of cattle. At 09.20, when they finished that, mum invented a new game  called wacko. She told dad she had a new game he said what, he didn't understand it, she hit him, and he said O. Good game, no I think they're losing it.

After coffee at Balmaha, we walked along the shores of Loch Lomomd, usually on footpath, but occasionally, courting with the road. It has been a beautiful day, and the views have been spectacular. The loch on one side and majestic hills and forest on the other. The spring flowers are in full bloom, including some magnificen rhododendrons. We managed to get ahead of the pack, so have not seen too many people, enough to make it interesting. They're getting used to it!

We made good time to Rowardennan, and have a lovely room on the top floor with great views across the loch, and all mum's favourite creature comforts. Dad had a tic - mum had a fit - all OK now.

Rest day tomorrow - the usual sorting out of gear, that seems to take all day, but more than anything, we all need a good rest. Um um.

Keep spreading the word

M
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Sorry, no pics again - signal not strong enough, such a shame.