Five years ago, give or take a day or two, we rolled Easter eggs on the lower slopes of Arthur's Seat, two days after Louis was born. Today, aged five and a day or two, he gained the summit under his own steam. It was a slow process, but he seemed to enjoy the sensation of being at the highest spot for miles around. What he *really* enjoyed was running back down again at top speed, despite slipping and falling many times. Much easier for a five year old than a grownup! The rest of us stoically endured the rain and the cold wind, but we did enjoy the visit to Pat & John's new flat afterwards. Oh, and a daft swan on Dunsapie Loch tried to eat my shoe.
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