We're in the happy position that Nature often comes to us - witness, this morning, a buzzard contending with the gusty winds of the day, watched from our kitchen sink - but we try to make a point of taking a daily walk, its usual purpose being to see something that fills our soul with joy.
So, today, we set off....
....through the forestry below
Bheinn Bhraggie, mainly to keep out of the wind, but finding....
....some parts of the woods bright with St John's wort growing along the sides of the paths.
Unfortunately, pretty as it may be, this rhododendron is beginning to colonise this part of the woods. Where this picture was taken, this was the only one - and it needs removing before it throttles all competition.
At one point on the path a small bird started cursing me, flying from perch to perch as it did so. It was obviously a warbler, but warble it did not - the sound was an angry chattering. Happily, it gave me plenty of time to deploy Merlin, which told me it was....
....a chiffchaff.
These birds build their nests quite low down so one is far more likely to disturb them.
The return part of my walk took me along the forestry track that passes the aggregate quarry where a seep of water fills three small depressions (bottom left), the only place we know of where....
....tadpoles have survived the long dry spell.
There was much, much more on the walk, even though it was only about half an hour long, but it provided a perfect start to the day.
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