The clouds were low and menacing so we decided to take a walk along the coast to Doune. We managed to keep out of most of the occassional flurry of sleet and snow because we were sheltered from the prevailing wind by the mountains. After walking about an hour we decided to let Harvey off the lead. Bad Mistake! Just as we took the lead off, three magnificent stags trotted over the road ahead of us. Harvey's nature took over, he ran away up the hill and disappeared. Over the next hour and three quarters Ben and I walked up the nearest hills to try and find him, to no avail. It was beginning to get a bit desperate because the mountains around there are big and he had done a real runner. Not only that but the snow had decided to get serious. Just as I was thinking we would have to go back to Inverie and ask people to keep an eye out for him, I spotted him from my high vantage point, trotting along the road back towards where he had run off. I gave him a good telling off, but it was tinged with a feeling of the return of the prodigal son.
After that we all went for a very long walk along some magnificent coastline and then across a track between the mountains, it never let off with the sleet and snow all day.