"Do not underestimate good, thinking 'it will not approach me.' A water pot becomes full by the constant falling of drops of water. Similarity, wise ones little by little, fills themselves with good."
The Buddha
I have been very remiss in my blogs. I even stopped looking at the daily quotes as I rushed out the door to work, the last 2 days before the holidays. Very bad, and I'm sure my equilibrium slipped. Certainly, Spook came home from Wales, and I came home soon after, with no packing having been done for the visit to The Guru. There was a stramash and clash of bedding, bags and bad tempers, before Spook continued with the drive to the East. A long journey from Wales. We crossed The Lecht as the snow closed in and we were the only tracks. It was exciting (because we didn't actually slide into oblivion despite the feeling that we would) and we finally arrived at the Gamekeeper and Guru's warm, dog and child filled cottage just short of 11pm.
We had a wonderful weekend of furries and damp weather, great food and company and the 10 people, 8 dogs and 10 puppies fitted into the house in harmony.
Thanks to The Shands for a lovely weekend - bet you're glad we're gone!!
Since getting home, it has been back to work for Spook, but holidays for the rest of us. Not that work has been to onerous for Spook. We attended the world premier of The Outdoor Capital's promotional DVD at the Fort William Film Festival, where it was well recieved, and Meg forgave her father for running around Lochaber's hillsides in a Jimmy Saville suite and wig, as Danny McAskill had done it too. That surely has to pass for 'cool'. (even if it looked a bit dodgy.)
Today, Meg and I cycled to her work as I am helping her while I am free to do so, and while trying to clean windows in the first bright sunshine we've had in ages, Finn phoned to ask if he could 'go over the other side.' I knew he was standing at the top of Nevis Range, looking into a snow filled gully, with avalanche risks that simply don't apply to 'this side.' I figured life was for living, crossed my fingers, and said yes. (Damn that film at the film festival of loonies boarding down vertical walls of snow in Chamonix.) I told him he had to txt me when he got to the bottom. I didn't even care about the smeary windows, which now looked worse than before I touched them. After an eternity, Finn's txt 'ok so cool' came in. Phew! So Megs work done, the sun shining brightly, and Spook on his next filming adventure for MacAvalanche in Glencoe, it is a good day.
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