Originally Posted by Willie Gunn
The air temperature was well below freezing with the line commonly freezing in the guides. How he managed to warm his hands I do not know, they breed hardy souls up there
So another glorious failure.
Next year it will happen next year.
Never mind Malcolm there is still a full season ahead.
The trees now naked groaning,
Shall soon wi' leaves be hinging,
The birdies, dowie moaning,
Shall a' be blythely singing,
And every flower be springing:
Sae I,ll rejoice the lee-lang day,
When, by his mighty warden,
My youth's return'd to fair Strathspey,
And bonnie Castle-Gordon.
P.S. Perhaps a wee toast to the bard may hav helped on the 25th