Jock, Ali has thus far not been able to find a Moses to part the seas, and I learned many years ago not to tramp without a partner. If it comes to no Corrieyairack in June (meaning that Grant is protecting his delicate hands and can’t come, either), may we plan a couple of times in the soft Summer months for drams and chats -- and perhaps a meal or two? I'm only up the road near Tomatin and I would love this dearly.