This morning we were up withe the Lark, I took the dogs a quick walk and after packing we trundled off in a south easterly direction on the A832 towards Kinlochewe.
I knew there was something missing in my life. I’d got both dogs, the wind speed was showing zero on the weather station so I’d fetched that in. I had a pair of jeans on….I’d remembered to get dressed. After four miles I realised I hadn’t had breakfast so stopped at the side of Loch Bad an Sgalaig. The dogs thought we had arrived at our destination and despite my cursing and swearing would not be gainsaid. Jacket back on and out into the rain. Half an hour later I managed a couple of Wheetbix and a yogurt. I’ve stopped buying those posh proactive ones. I just get the low fat Greek yoghurt. I’ll give the dairyman pro-active-bio whatever; I thought I’d contracted dysentery. There should be a health warning on the stuff.
I’ll tell you now it was a wild, wet and windy journey. I was relieved that the road is a good one and for the most part two lane. After eight miles or so I hit the shore of Loch Maree, found a layby and strolled out into the elements to get the photographs I came here for.
This was better. It wasn’t really this bright but I can’t help trying to show the positive side of life. By this time the lens cloth was useless; soaking wet and a bit grubby. I think I found all the rain drops but if I’ve missed one well such is life.
I’m here for six days but by the time you read this you will know that. There is no internet here but there is a phone signal.
I’ll see what tomorrow sends my way.