The weather is hard at work returning us to the reality of an oncoming northern Scottish winter, so it seemed a good day to walk in....
....the confines of the woods on the slopes of Bheinn Bhraggie at the back of the house, the Scots pines of this woodland standing in a sea of dying bracken. The damp conditions were evident from....
....the beads of dew strung along the gossamer, the traps exclusively built using the needles of the gorse bushes.
The last flowers of summer are dying back. Campion is one of the wildflowers which blooms fairly early in the season and then keeps going as late as possible.
The highlights of the walk were finding two of these, from the size, slimy texture, and the way they were deposited in the middle of the path, almost certainly pine marten scat. This is an area where the red squirrels have been thriving and pine martins have a partiality for squirrel, particularly those fattened up for them by generous humans.
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