Scrabbling claws: Surely the end for Sevy?!
After persuading them into the boat, we pushed off and had a nice paddle around the bay. Normally braver than his wife and definitely a better swimmer, Acer was surprisingly not keen, but Maggie loved it...
|They see me Roooooo-ooooollin'|
|Hill. Trig Point. Sound of Jura. Isle of Jura.|
On Sunday I headed out on a mountain bike, around the top of Linne Mhurich and down the other side, then left the bike for an hour or so for another fantastic run. More of the same sheep tracks, raging little burns to cross (it was quite wet...), tussocks and heather. Oh, and ticks. By the time I rode back round the top I was knackered and soaked, but very very happy.
Soon it was time to head home, which we did via another couple of high quality picnic stops...
|Not messing about.|
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Finally, a quick shout to my brother Graham, who spent his weekend completing a 272 mile charity bike ride from South Wales to Southend in memory of his friend Arran. A group of Arran's friends completed the ride and are fundraising for Bloodwise. If you want to, you can still sponsor them here.
|Well done South Wales to Southend bike riders!|