We climbed up from Lael Forest Garden above a gorge and found a displaying tree pipit in an area of clear-fell.
Looking across the valley of the River Broom we had good views of Carn Breac Beag - destination of a recent walk, and hardly a hill -more of a small bump with a trig point on the rising moorland to the west.
Before we turned to come down again, a male kestrel was seen hunting above the line of the forest. Only one thing spoiled the morning - a dog came hurtling and barking towards us along a track, and as it approached I recognised my old Romanian antagonist from that day back in the winter when I called off my walk round the spit. It still wore a muzzle - but what will happen when the muzzle comes off?