Despite the miserable weather being brought in by a stiff and cold easterly wind I walked up the track towards Loch Lunndhaidh this morning in the vain hope of seeing an osprey fishing its grey waters but instead had the pleasure of hearing the first cuckoo of the year calling in the forestry below the Bheinn Bhraggie summit. Appropriately, the next 'first' of this walk was....
....a lone cuckoo flower growing in a ditch but....
....as the sky cleared a little I was soon finding more 'firsts', including....
....lousewort....
....the first flowers of a bird's-foot trefoil....
....round-leaved sundew....
....heath milkwort....
....and masses more dog violets.
I was amazed, but thrilled, at finding so many wildflowers in bloom so early on high moorland and in such a grey, cold environment, far more of a variety than are currently appearing along the coastline.
I found the loch deserted of ospreys and, after the recent mini-drought, very low but, having been a little wary of taking on a relatively long walk, pleased that I had made it this far feeling I could have gone further.
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