Red and amber were our colours for the weekend.
Firstly the weather came howling, splashing and drifting – moderating our ambitions for mountain activities on Saturday, with driving rain, rivers swollen, roads flooded and avalanche alerts daunting for higher up, and meaning a few travelling from further afield had to think again. Friday eve was spent considering options lower down, blethering and perhaps the odd shandy or two.
Whether the stormy weather or the odd sare heid, Saturday morning some folk heading out carefully (and late.. no alpine starts today) and keeping to the smaller hills. Our waterproofs (strangely but sensibly all orange or red) making us stand out as bright specks amongst the grey haze on the snow-clad hills. We needed to burn some calories trudging through the snow though, because later that night was the feast.
Safely back in our cosy cottage at sundown, the next wave of red and amber flowed forth – in wine, beer and whisky glasses, as we were fed and entertained in the traditions of a Burns night, with music (pipes, singing, fiddles, mandolins..), poetry, tales and banter into the wee hours of the night.
With the weather not abating on the Sunday, most took the opportunity for a leisurely retreat with cooked breakfasts and cafe visits, but a few brave souls headed out for more.
