This morning was clear and bright. I walked east along the loch shore to see how the Bluebells were doing.
There was a wonderful smell in the air. Amazing what a day without a cigarette does. I haven’t stopped I have just run out.
Wild Garlic. I’ll pick some tomorrow and use it in a pasta with the chicken I’ll get when I go to the shop for Marlboro, milk, bread and a few other odds and ends. The shop is a three day camel march up hill so I’ll see if Donald will give me a lift.
I got a lift up the hill and purchased enough food and fags to last till Thursday. On the way back I looked at the river Foyers from the cab of the pickup truck and saw a splash. Out I hopped and crept through the undergrowth.
The Otter swimming about. I managed half a dozen shots of which this one is the best. It was busy fishing so I also have a dozen or more shots of ripples and splashes. I have being trying to get this close for over a fortnight. Great to watch it. It tends to stay at the foot of the gorge and it’s dark.
It is giving another fine day tomorrow so I’ll pop down and see if I can see it again. I could do with a Bells or two to celebrate but the archaic laws here mean you can’t get any Carryouts till ten o’clock it was a bit early when I was at the shop.
That’s all for today, tomorrow I hope to have some close ups of the little beauty eating a Salmon.