This morning dawned dull with mist. The mist was peculiar stuff as it was blessed with a bit of mass so was falling. It took me a while to realise it was the finest snow I’ve ever seen.
By half eleven the light was good so off I set with Bertha. I’ll post another picture of the lens. She is a monster and one of the few lenses I have doubts about buying. It is just too heavy and unwieldy for me. I have owned it for a year or more now and when I get a shot with it it’s a good one. It is a cracking lens for wildlife as fast as I could desire. It’s not fast to deploy though. I have to find birds or animals then go back, set up and wait. Today I waited for three hours for the Dipper and never even saw it. I’ve been here a week and they are up and down the burn as regular as clockwork. Where the little blighters had gone today I don’t know. It was very cold; happen they have migrated. The Squirrels must have followed on foot as they were conspicuous by their absence. I did put a load of nuts down under the tree I’d seen them run up, I hid the dogs behind a log, I did my best. I was a tad depressed when I got back after a four hour outing with nothing, Action was required; I took tripod and tilt shift lens down to the loch. It had got colder. I only have one silk glove left to work the camera and I have mislaid it. My fingers felt like wood. I have found it now, but it is a left hand one. It was stuffed in my clean jeans back pocket. The glove is clean, always look for the upside. Sun Through Pines.
I called at the local shop for bread and milk, it’s a great shop as it does ski rental, has an obstacle course for birds and squirrels, a cafe and a bar. I had a couple of pints to drown my sorrows. It even has a picture on the wall of a Pine Marten. They are nocturnal but I’m not going to try for one of them. The shop has been here since 1957 and there is only the one picture. I’m a rubbish fauna taker, I can’t find the little devils to take.