I caught up with Alan and Lucy at the old stable. It is getting pretty ragged now, but it still offers shelter of sorts. They were taking a break, and I too stopped for a glug. They were heading for Mar Lodge, which suited me just fine. If I had companionship as far as Mar Lodge, the last little bit of road walking into Braemar ought not to present any real problems. I just hoped that I would be able to get a bed for the night at the youth hostel.
I decided not to tell Alan and Lucy just why I was so anxious to walk in company. That would, I thought, be placing too much of a burden on them. I might be fine. I hoped I would be fine. And if so - well, why worry them unnecessarily. So we set off from the old stable together, and we remained in company all the way from there to Mar Lodge.
No comments:
Post a Comment