I began an alibi walker, somewhere else in thought. Frances had set me a challenge, birds beginning with R. In my mind's-eye the Outer Hebrides. On the Benbecula causeway we stopped to admire a wader with a long bill. The name eluded me. Slithery mud underfoot, someone turned down the light and down came the hail. Ruff, that was the bird's name. Recalling that kept me going, I was in two minds whether to bother. .
It is purifying, a morning of wild weather. Happens to be Scout Scar, could be anywhere. It's the elemental experience that is thrilling.