A spider (not the scary kind) and a stolen sock

Gail and I met this fine fellow riding in a backpack while we were walking along a track across the Applecross peninsula on Saturday. He is a 13 year old border terrier and his name is Spider. He seemed very content to be spending his senior years enjoying the wild landscape from the comfort of his K9 Sport Sack while his human pedalled his mountain bike across the rough terrain. 

Being a hale and hearty 2 years and 8 months old, I am of course well capable of tramping a few miles into the wilderness under my own steam, although the occasional stop to admire the mountain views (and hopefully score a treat) is perfectly in order.

Our destination on this warm end of August morning was a wee beach beside Loch Gaineamhach, a nearly three mile walk starting from the village of Kenmore. Gail visited this beach with my predecessor Bertie in December 2019, and she had mentally tagged it as a fine spot for a swim on a warm summer's day. 

Today was that day.

So that's our loch in the distance. 

And here we are at the little beach. 

First I went in to test the water while Gail changed into her swimsuit. 

So clear and clean and refreshing! 

Gail found the water a bit chilly but claims she would have stayed in longer had she not spotted me back onshore grabbing one of her socks and making off into the heather with it. 

Can you see here I am still clutching the sock tight, despite Gail's insistent cries of "leave it Nobby, leave it!". 

I did eventually relinquish my prize, and with Gail fully dressed again, we happily made our way back to the car in the warm (20ºC) sunshine. 

We didn't see anyone else on the path except for Spider and his nice human.