The route to the summit was very colourful in terms of seeing red squirrel, black grouse, turquoise green lochan and two tone ptarmigan.
As I parked in front of a car whose occupants were getting ready for their walk I nodded an acknowledgement to them but really I was absorbed in my own thoughts and paid little attention to them.
I caught up with them on the summit just as the woman was taking a photo of her partner.
“Would you like me to take one of the both of you?” I asked. Back came an affirmative reply.
Looking through the viewfinder I think of the man “I know you”
As I hand back the camera to the women, the man smiles a thank you and I ask “Are you Joe Heffernan?”
“Yes” but with absolutely no recognition in his face: hardly surprising as I have changed beyond belief in the 25 years since we said goodbye.
“I’m Linda Kerr”
He gets up and hugs me laughing as his wife (as I know her to be) asks “how do you know each other?”
“This was my fi-an-cee” he replies in his soft American accent.
The three of us chat easily just like dear old friends who’ve always had an easy relationship.
We swap brief resumes of our lives in the last quarter of a century and agree to meet again in the summer when they pass through Oban enroute to Mull.
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