So, the big day has arrived and we are off. It is only a matter of putting one foot in front of the other for 95 miles – easy peasy! 
Today’s route was from Forres to Burghead, a mere 12.75 miles. Flat but beautiful, we passed through the village of Findhorn and along the turquoise, yes turquoise, waters of Burghead Bay. Positively tropical. Today’s crisis – John couldn’t find his hat, after Plan B dementia was diagnosed, as it was in his bum bag. Highlight of the day – Christine’s home bakes as ever (Busega Scotland marches on its stomach). Revelation of the day – Margaret and Mary don’t like apricots, general rejoicing, more apricot cake for everyone else. Maybe tomorrow’s blog will be a bit more about the walk itself?
Today’s route was from Forres to Burghead, a mere 12.75 miles. Flat but beautiful, we passed through the village of Findhorn and along the turquoise, yes turquoise, waters of Burghead Bay. Positively tropical. Today’s crisis – John couldn’t find his hat, after Plan B dementia was diagnosed, as it was in his bum bag. Highlight of the day – Christine’s home bakes as ever (Busega Scotland marches on its stomach). Revelation of the day – Margaret and Mary don’t like apricots, general rejoicing, more apricot cake for everyone else. Maybe tomorrow’s blog will be a bit more about the walk itself?