Between Care and Sorrow.*
Another tactic to delay the weekly grocery shop; if I was being dragged around the shops, then the Mrs was being dragged up some hills and through some precipitous ravines to visit some ruined fortress first. Did her vertigo the world of good that did, just glad there wasn't any young ears within range to hear the potty-mouthed expletives that were being hurled in my direction as we hiked up through the glen.
Looked spring-like, felt winter-like. Sounded post-watershed like. Good walk though.
*Castle Campbell in the Ochil Hills, sits on a steep mound of a hill, between deep-cutting burns called 'Care' and 'Sorrow'.