Christine's walking & birds blog

As on the second of September last year, we drove up to Loch Glascarnoch to walk down onto the old road which has been exposed by the lowering of the water level. Last time my knee was too painful to walk far and I was using Dad's old walking-stick, but this year I was okay to walk along to the bridge. The road was dry for most of the way but there was a sticky, muddy section that nearly pulled our boots off.


Just beyond the old bridge there were five or six ringed plovers and a dunlin, almost as muddy as we were.



The Beinn Dearg group looked inviting across the old bridge, but Greger still has painful feet and my knee isn't brilliant, so we're having to rest from hill-walking. The bridge, like the road, is remarkably well-preserved; in fact, the road surface is better than the modern road.


Yesterday at Achnahaird, the low spring tide made rock-pooling enticing. I got quite excited over a fairly large fish which turned out to be a common blenny. Oh well, it's another species. I looked up belatedly to see a skua species flying towards Polbain. Probably a bonxie, but interesting because I thought they'd all gone south.


The last thing I saw before I headed for home was a woman cycling across the salt-marsh with two dogs running ahead of her. They just about covered the area between them, so no wonder I saw loads of waders flying away earlier. I don't suppose there's a law against it. There would be if I was in charge!