The itch never leaves, that urge to turn your eye's to the hill's and for the ear's to strain to hear that unmistakable sound of autumn, I havn't been to the hill for several years now, except for recreational purposes, but the feelings remain. At Garry Gualach we would be getting everything ready for the upcoming stag season, we started about mid Sept there. Firewood, lots of firewood, all our guests arrived via the loch so the boats and engines would be repaired where needed and serviced in that order, the girls would be busy getting the guest's dinning room, accommodation and the ceilidh room up to scratch, many a fine evening i spent in both of these room's ( dinning and ceilidh ) with a glass of something and a re-telling of the days adventure's to ease the ache's away and warm the cockles. In earlier years the deer saddles would be taken down from the beams in the stable, cleaned with saddle soap and checked over for wear and tear, the ponies would have a trip down the lochside for new shoe's and all the tack would be checked, in later years we would take the Argo to the dealer and get it serviced, as easy as that but not better in many ways. Then to the range to check the zero on the rifles, a run into Inverness for ammo and a mooch around the shop eyeing the latest German gunmakers art lasciviously. We didn't, have a strict employee dress code, we all wore tweeds most of the time but it was of a pattern and design that appealed to each individual and was generally " of the peg ", the original GG tweed was made in Harris but was very expensive and wore very quickly in all the usuall places, so we would then stock up and replace worn or tatty items from what was available. Grey's gun shop ( long gone now ) was a wonderful place, from a long ago time you felt but in a most pleasant way. It was a great time and I miss it now and likely always will.