So often, one sets out with an intention - yesterday, to visit Loch Horn - and find that the highlight of the day turns out to be something or somewhere quite different. So, after walking around Loch Horn and being rather disappointed, we ate our lunch on the banks of Loch Farlary, an unremarkable loch - at first sight - whose bright blue waters were, when inspected closely, deeply stained by the surrounding peat, which the owners of a neat cottage on the other side of the road....
....were exploiting in a peat bank, though the peat itself must still have been fairly soggy after this disappointing summer.
What made Loch Farlary special was its dragonflies, one of which came and alighted on a rock a few feet away from us almost as soon as we sat down to eat our picnic. I'm fairly certain that this is a male common darter while....
....this very similar one may be a male ruddy darter, neither of which have we seen here this summer though they were common in Felixstowe.
This damselfly is almost certainly a male common blue. One could see why the loch was so popular with these expert insect hunters: masses of flies were swarming across the water close in to the bank.
On our way home we stopped to watch a buzzard hanging in the up-draught at the top of a steep hillside, which was....
....soon joined by another carrying what might have been a snake, and when a third joined them, from its screams a juvenile, the three....
....then gave us a spectacular display of aerobatics.
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