What I learned in Torridon

I think most of my readers already know that as well as the house in Aberdeen, Gail has a cottage in the Northwest of Scotland, overlooking Loch Torridon. 

After four days in Torridon over the May Day Holiday, sharing the cottage with a couple of Gail's friends from Down South, these are some of the things I learned: 

There are two neighbours whom I might one day be allowed to chase. Meet Irish terriers Dooley and Duffy.

Other neighbours will always be off limits. As apparently will their poop (despite it being yummy!)

The weather can, and does, turn on a sixpence.

The hills are bigger and more spectacular than those around Aberdeen, and Gail has promised that when my legs are strong enough I shall be allowed to climb them. But for the moment I'm to stick to the lower ground.

Some visitors are inspired to rise early and exercise their artistic gifts in the early morning light.

Others prefer  to relax after an afternoon dip in the loch.  (In this part of the world, humans seem to get dressed in stretchy tight fitting suits to go swimming. Weird or what?)

Gail's favourite thing of course is to sit outside in the spring sunshine with a lively fox terrier puppy on her lap. 

And finally, I learned that the last light of the day is often the most beautiful. 

Happy Nature Friday friends!