Perfect Day

To some people a perfect day might involve a wedding or the birth of a child.To Lord Roby yesterday was a perfect day of a quite different sort.Up early on a Sunday with the obligatory hangover to walk/climb Bennachie Hill(???).If I'd been told it was 1750 foot I would have stayed in bed.Against all the odds I got to the top.Admittedly, it took an hour and a half.But the weather was perfect with warm spring sunshine and a gentle breeze.The walk was punctuated by numerous stops 'for a breather'.Oxygen debt being the norm rather than the exception.But,it did offer up the opportunity of a spot of twitching.The highlight being a Wood Warbler, that is if my eyes didn't deceive me.Towards the top I stopped to 'take the air' and I've never heard silence like it.The only people at the top were an American tourist looking for a quarry(?) and a couple picnicing.The descent took half the time.But while the ascent was arduous the descent was quite tortuous.Still it was nice to cool off with some water courtesy of the spring alongside the 'path'.Another excuse to stop.

Then it was off back to Aberdeen for some Soup and a glass of 'M and S' Rose(under duress),a nice steak and chips,some claret,a few beers and a 'Bloody Mary' for a night cap.The latter was for medicinal purposes ,you understand; to quell the bubbling stomach.Then it was off to bed and a re-run of a Roy Orbison documentary on BBC4.

I guess perfect days are like allsorts.They come in all shapes and sizes and no two are the same.Needless to say I slept like a baby!