By walking about half a mile up an estate track and then branching off up a broken path which climbs through bracken and gorse and stunted willow towards heather-covered high land, I know there's a rock which I can sit on, albeit uncomfortably, and look out at....
....the view southwards and know that I'm not going to be disturbed. Today, taking that short walk was a joy, for the weather, for mid-October in the north of Scotland, was little short of superb.
Knowing one is not going to be disturbed does not include being disturbed by Nature, for this rather unpromising stretch of land is currently populated by....
....wrens, at least three of them, very angry wrens which didn't at all like being disturbed.... by me.... and made their feelings vocally evident.
By midday the air temperature in our back garden had soared, not to the forecast 13C but to 18C. Surely this must be a record for the time of year, not that such matters worry our red admirals, now up to four in number, which were working the verbena and michaelmas daisies along with....
....this day-flying moth which has the easily-remembered name of 'silver Y' for the mark on its wing.
I remember vividly the place I first saw one, on the escallonia hedge at the front of the house we built in Kilchoan. This must have been some fifteen years ago, and it was on the same hedge that I saw my first painted lady.
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