Boat of Garton

I drive Katharine from Edinburgh to Dunblane, then, after dropping here off, I drive to Aviemore. I pick up some food in Tesco (it was the only place I could find that was open, so I had to shop there even though I usually avoid Tesco if at all possible, for reasons that I’ll maybe talk about elsewhere) and then drive on to Boat of Garton.

I know John and Stella aren’t too far away by this time, so I hang about on the edge of town, where I can get reception, and sure enough John calls to say that they’ve arrived at the pub. We have a pint and then head of in a two car convoy to John’s secret wild camp site.

It’s misty and now raining quite a bit. But the meal we (well mostly, John and Stella) put together was good and I have my bed to myself, as those guys are out in their tent.