Thursday 21.01.2010

Bennachie was looking inviting this lunchtime (as James Herriot pointed out, it`s when the hills are streaked with snow "in bars of black and white like the ribs of a crouching beast" that they look their coldest) but I still wouldn`t venture to the top yet. Coming down would be the dodgiest,with a high risk of twisted ankles and tumbles on the ice,not to mention the opprobrium of kith and kin for even trying. Getting a bit twitchy though as it`s almost a fortnight since I`ve walked any distance. Meanwhile Tom Morello in his guise as Nightwatchman has kept me company in the car all week.