We took Shaun back to Aberdeen on Friday, and pitched the campervan at a site near Peterculter. We had a nice meal at The Old Mill Inn, next door to the campsite.
When we prepared the bed in the campervan, it became obvious that Wolfie had been left behind.
Wolfie is a thick blanket. I remember saying to my wife, who otherwise does not want to be identified in this story, “Don’t forget Wolfie”, before we left Edinburgh.
So, without Wolfie, we wore some extra clothes in our sleeping bags. I was fine. My bag is a four season one. So is the one that the other person in this story was sleeping in.
Despite that fact, at 3 am I remember hearing a plaintive wee voice beside me saying “I’m cold.”
I felt that this was not the right time to point out that the next night we were heading for Braemar, often one of the coldest places in Scotland.
It was nice and sunny when we arrived at Braemar.
That night (Saturday) it snowed, and we woke up to:
The other person in this story was OK, however, because she’d slept in about five layers of clothes. I’d added my kikoi round my neck, and this also did the trick.