(This post could be titled "Matt's favorite" or "the day I wanted 'to batter' Susanne".)
When our Scottish friend Susanne suggested a 3 hour walk both Matt and I quickly agreed!!
It turns out our definitions of "walk" were very different.
We set out on a sunny day, with our lunches packed, for what I thought would be a nice stroll through rolling hills and maybe around a lake.

After an hour of moderate hiking we came upon this lake and I assumed this was our stopping point.
When our Scottish friend Susanne suggested a 3 hour walk both Matt and I quickly agreed!!
It turns out our definitions of "walk" were very different.
We set out on a sunny day, with our lunches packed, for what I thought would be a nice stroll through rolling hills and maybe around a lake.
After an hour of moderate hiking we came upon this lake and I assumed this was our stopping point.
| now high above the lake |
My legs were shaking and Matt (not knowing what we getting ourselves into) was still carrying a sleeping Abigail on the front of him and could barely see the steps.
I kept telling him it was okay with me if we didn't go all the way to the top.
But we plowed on.
I'm pretty sure this story will someday make it into a sermon on endurance.
And we made it to the top!
Ben-y-Vrackie
there's that lake again from the top
a tired mama, it was at this point Susanne told me that in Scotland they have a phrase "wanting to batter" someone and that probably I wanted to batter her at that point for taking us on such a mountain climb.
So, should you ever be in Scotland and get asked to go on a 3 hour walk - be warned - you may actually be agreeing to a 4 hour mountain climbing adventure!
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