[Tuesday 13th May, 2025]
I pack up the van and leave Fortrose behind. Drive to the end-point of today’s planned walk, North Kessock, where I sit in my van looking at the miserable view of Inverness across the water.
Perhaps the rain will stop soon, and the mist will clear up?
I eat my lunch. I read my book. Think about life and how ironic it is that I have survived oesophageal cancer, but my beautiful 36 year old daughter is living with a small baby and stage 4 metastatic breast cancer. For a while, I wish I was at home and with my family and friends.
Will this rain ever stop?
Dear reader, it doesn’t stop.
After a couple of hours, I give myself a shake. It is too late to do any serious walking today, but I can drive to my next residence – a whole house to myself in a place called Lochside, just east of Inverness. There are a few more days of walking to be done, before I pack up and start off on the long drive down to Manchester.
Miles walked today = 0
The featured image in the header was generated by AI. Apparently, this is an AI impression of what Inverness looks like!!!!
Ruth's Coastal Walk (UK) 
Sending you a hug Ruth 🤗
Thank you, Mike.
As we get older, we all have ‘good’ days and ‘not so good’ days. It makes the ‘good’ days even better.
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That is true. And my mood is very dependent on the weather.
Funny thing about rainy days, thought Pooh. They seem rather grey at first… until you remember you can make them golden – Just a great quote from one of the United Kingdom’s finest philosophers – with love Russ xx
Poo was very wise. My mum had an old book called “The Wisdom of Poo”. Sadly, it wasn’t among her belongings when I inherited them.
So sorry to hear about your daughter but with sucha strong mother she’s going to be a survivor 😘
Thank you, Pat. I know her life is limited, but she is stable at the moment.