Thursday December 28th: I'm up for breakfast, which for anyone who knows me, is a major feat... especially when the sun has not yet risen. Frankly if the big ball of light at the centre of the universe can't be bothered, why should my heavenly body, either? The early sleep has made me bright-eyed and bushy-tailed by 7:00am. That's great if you're a squirrel, but Mosbys are less cute under such conditions. Yes, this is deepest (and currently darkest) Scotland and as I tuck into some corn flakes and...

In the spirit and format of the now legendary 'Biarritz or Bust' blog entries, there will be following a series of 'Dear Diary' about my week in Glenfinnan. Naturally you'll have the first blog at the lower point and have to work upwards. Equally traditional, Net access was minimal, so these entries are being uploaded on my return. The wonderful thing about brain and blog is that they allow time-travel...Wednesday December 27th:I didn't bother going to bed as, by the time I'd done three quarters...