This summer we holidayed in Westray yet again. And it won’t be our last visit – we still found lots of things to do that we’d not done previously. For example, this year we finally managed to do the Noup Head Walk in the far north-west of the island.
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After our recent trip to the Isle of Mull we tagged on another few days to spend some time near Linlithgow to see a Jousting event organised by Historic Environment Scotland. It was another one of those 'really want to do one-day' events that had not happened for many years. So when we were south of Inverness anyway - well it made sense to keep going! (That's Highlander logic for you)
I realised after my last post that you might have been wondering why Maxi had taken a plastic washing up basin with her on our walk around the burn and the woods. Well, it’s because we discovered on a recent walk that a light-coloured basin was much better for observing water-creatures than a fishing net, both in terms of not disturbing the creatures, as well as speed, ease and visibility:
The snowdrops are here! I love these plucky little flowers that defy the chilly weather. Every year, I delight in the magical moment when the snowdrops burst forth to brighten up the bare landscape. It’s a cheering sight that heralds the arrival of Spring.
Kerry’s brilliantly funny post about letting your little trekkers take over running the camp fires reminded me of some of our beach BBQs this summer. As always with us, it never quite goes to plan…
I don’t know about your Little Trekkers, but mine have all reached an age when they care deeply about the aesthetics of the clothes they wear rather than how they function. The right logo or fashionable shape of hood is suddenly more important than whether a jacket is waterproof (!) Naively I’d believed that, bar a couple of years when Mini refused to wear anything non-purple, that they’d be immune to the whims of fashion. Silly me!
Jon and I have been spending weekends outdoors with the minxes for 11 years now. You’d think that by now the girls would be quite accustomed to spending all day outside, going on long walks, exploring and having adventures. You would, wouldn’t you? Alas no. We generally spend our weekends trying hard to persuade 3 girls to set foot outside for ‘just a few minutes’ when they’d much rather loaf around reading. Then arguing with them. Then ordering them outdoors. I hang my head in shame, but I’m sure I’m not alone.
Across the length and breadth of the UK, between October and March, you have the chance to see what is surely one of nature’s most magnificent sights: a ‘murmuration’ of starlings. Tens, or perhaps even hundreds of thousands of birds, all swooping and diving and looping across the dusk sky before settling down to roost for the night.
Places we always meant to go to but never quite managed to visit feature prominently in our blog. There must be at least half a dozen of them if not more.
We’ve passed Edzell Castle many times en-route to Glenesk, scene of our (many) epic adventures and disasters. Despite the pull of Queen’s Well, Loch Lee, Rapunzel’s Castle (Invermark) and Mount Keen, Midi flat-out refuses now to go anywhere near Glenesk.
If you live in the North-West Highlands the flipside of looooooong spring & summer days is looooooong autumn & winter nights. And yes the weather. Of course we live by the saying 'There's no such thing as bad weather, only unsuitable clothing' but even the best of Spotty Otter gear does not always help with that often half-hearted sense of adventure ...