I've walked in this area before, but never ever tire of the amazing backdrop of mountains, and lochs.
My poor family walk with their fingers in their ears so they no longer have to listen to my droning on and on and on about the views and the colours and the breathtaking beauty of it all!
But it is isn't it. It's beautiful and on our doorstep. We started the walk late in to the afternoon when the sun was already low in the sky
Our guest loved it too. Dear Helen we've bought her a strimmer so she can tackle the garden. She's keen to do some grouting too! But in the meantime she soaked up the glorious surroundings
They go on and on - a bit like me really. By this time the light was fading fast and the colours draining from the mountains.
I could hear a sniffing (it wasn't Niels)
it was this chap - you can barely see him! A seal that followed our little walking party, sniffing and looking vaguely interested. Unfortunately I had the wrong lens on the camera - this happens all of the time - and this was the closest close up I could manage.
And at the very end
beautifully camouflaged, this young stag, very curious about us. There was so little light left and I didn't want to use a flash, and in my rush to get a picture of him I pushed a few wrong buttons! The rutting season is almost at an end. The stags can be heard in the hills roaring at one another and strutting their stuff. We saw plenty of them on the drive home. They look so majestic and proud.