I have a secret goal; it would be rather amusing if nearing the end of this year I had done so much walking in Scotland, that I was close enough to complete all the Munros. The chances of this happening are slim. Very slim indeed. But without a goal, what is there to Life? I will however settle for just having some cracking walks, a few wee drams, and a bit of decent smoked salmon. This little endeavour is being called Walkabout. Obviously. read more ...