These are clearly escaped domestic ducks. I was some distance away from any habitations, so, these probably escaped some time ago (maybe even second generation).

To-day's walk was unadventurous, but very pleasant. I managed to time it before the heavens opened, and the torrential rain started. Truly, weather for ducks.

I soon left the tarmac road, and walked along the edge of the Abhainn Airceig (river). All the recent rain meant the river was swollen, and the path was very wet underfoot.

Part of a continuing series: my bridge period. 😃

I wonder where this bridge will lead me.

I took my life into my own hands (feet?) by crossing the bridge, and then coming back again. The bridge walkway was in a very poor condition, and looked likely to collapse at any moment.

I didn't continue on the path because I knew where it would take me.

This is a side view of Achnacarry Castle (actually a grand house with castellated bits), home of the Clan Chief of the Camerons, otherwise known as "Locheil".

Had I continued on the path it would have taken me to the walled garden, and then the backdoor of the castle. I didn't want to disturb the Camerons on a Sunday.

Interesting aside: it has become a tradition that the eldest son (and therefore future clan chief) is always called Donald Cameron.

I suppose it avoids those difficult discussions about which name to choose.


I saw a huge Cypress tree (sorry, I don't know which one), with a fascinating soft bark. The tree trunk had a diameter of, at least, two metres.

The holes were made by a woodpecker.

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Homeward bound.

Shortly after taking the tree photo I decided to head for home. The sky looked ominous. Five minutes after getting home the long-threatened torrential rain started, and it lasted for one hour. I was lucky.

The way home on the northbound A82 trunk road.

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