November Walk

It was a good day yesterday to head out with my camera for a walk. The mist was hanging low on the hills, but the sun was threatening to come out and it was dry, although the air felt a bit damp. In fact as I walked along the road, the long grass in the fields was sparkling with droplets of moisture.

Further on they had been clearing some trees beside the road and a solitary Scots Pine was framed against the skyline.

I walked into the woods and I love the way you can stop and look into the trees and feel like you are looking back in time at some primeval landscape. It's tempting to think what you would find if you wandered into the trees - but I stayed on the path in the sunlight and walked on towards the coast.

The only footsteps on the path were my own and the hoof prints of a deer. That was the moment I thought I should have left a note at home to say where I was going! A flock of birds followed me along the path from tree to tree - long tailed tits, blue tits, great tits, tree creepers, coal tits - lots of noisy cheerful chattering. 

The path suddenly opens out onto a lovely view of the loch, it was low tide so I headed down the path to the shore. It was a bit slippy and damp on the rocks, so I tried to keep to the grass. I decided to walk round the head of the estuary on the way home - it was hard going, wet and muddy - home looked so close and I was glad when I finally got there and was able to dry off in front of the stove.