We climbed through the steep woods of Lanarkshire, then over the heath to the loch. Our nephew FG did well to keep up with us.

I was the first to reach the ridge above the water. I laid my camera down on the grass – from where it rolled downhill. I ran into the loch to retrieve it from the waves, calling for TPR at the top of my voice.

Further along the shoreline, chatting to the others, TPR could not hear me. Not only was I soaked through, but now I was also completely hoarse.