My heart's in the Highlands (3)

And so I come to the last volet of my Caledonian triptych. Perhaps I haven't emphasised the weather enough in my previous ramblings, in good British tradition. According to the Salic laws of meteorology, hurricane Gertrude couldn't inherit, so the blustery endowment passed to storm Henry, the family's youngest. As we made our way from Ackergill, now cov…