It's still far too cool here for mid-July, and we're pestered by occasional rain showers brought in by the persistent westerlies but at least the wind has dropped to a breeze. Walking up the road towards Golspie Tower this morning, the gorse flowers have all died away leaving....
....the cock yellowhammers exposed - if not enough to stop them calling to each other “a little bit of bread and no cheeeeeese...."
The largest gorse patch is home to a family of roe deer. This male was less than ten metres away but wasn't in the slightest perturbed by our arrival, simply watching us intently until we removed ourselves.
We walked up to the Backies croft where they sell their beautiful brown eggs but found the cupboard bare, so returned via the soft woodland of Golspie Glen, sitting for a time on this bench to enjoy the occasional sunny intervals and....
....to watch the speckled woods that own the clearing.
We saw four species of butterfly on our walk but the quarter of an hour we spent in the garden at lunchtime for the Big Butterfly Count produced not a single butterfly.
We stopped again to look for dragonflies along the margins of the skating pond, happy to find a few in flight, all of them large reds.
The temperature today probably won't struggle much above 16C but the forecasters are threatening us with 21C on Tuesday while England is promised something around 35C. Sometimes, just sometimes, and certainly not very often, I think I prefer the Scottish weather.
It's still far too cool here for mid-July, and we're pestered by occasional rain showers brought in by the persistent westerlies but at least the wind has dropped to a breeze. Walking up the road towards Golspie Tower this morning, the gorse flowers have all died away leaving....
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