A long way home

I woke early to another sunny day in Dundonnell; we all had breakfast then packed up the cars. I must mention one very amusing incident was when one of the ladies in the club asked Cat and me if we had heard her snoring during the night. Cat innocently said yes (well the lady did ask!) and added that she had been just about to tap her on the shoulder to ask her to turn over, when the lady had turned over of her own accord and stopped snoring. The lady (notice that I am discreetly not naming her) was visibly appalled that she had been heard snoring, she seemed not to have expected Cat's response, which I thought was silly because I know for a fact that she has form for it so she must know that she snores. Anyway Ally thought that this was very funny and when we got home later he kept saying to Cat "You were going to flip her like a pancake!" 

Most people decided to head straight home, tired from three days of vigorous walking and fresh air. Only the two stalwarts Alasdair and James decided to conquer one more peak, Sail Mhor.
Meanwhile I was having rather an alarming petrol experience. I had allowed my tank to dip to nearly empty, used to being in an urban environment with many petrol stations. So it was a hair-raising twenty minute drive to the nearest petrol station at Laide. The journey south was very pleasant at first with beautiful scenery, and we had a good run to Aviemore where we stopped for a tasty lunch at the Rothiemurchus visitor centre.
However we were sent in a long diversion off the A9 at Calvine because sadly there had been a serious accident at the House of Bruar and the road was completely closed. The diversion took a very long time because the road was winding and narrow in places, so large and wide vehicles had trouble getting through. We crawled along for three quarters of an hour before getting back onto the A9. James and Alasdair were on their way south by now and heard about the accident from us and on the radio so they decided to go on a circuitous route via Fort William. But they got held up in slow traffic at Loch Lomond so they had a long haul too. Despite this it has been an excellent weekend and we have been very lucky with the weather.
At last we all arrived home and had a curry together. Jack was on good form, having been well looked after by Grandma, who had kindly fed him and given him all his antibiotics and diuretics and kidney pills. The evening was rounded off by another excellent episode of Game of Thrones.