Tuesday, March 02, 2021
Once we'd left the well-trodden Ullapool hill paths it was tough going through heather and bogs; I was very tired, and with a couple of kilometres still to plod to the top of the knobbly hill that had been our destination I knew it was beyond me. We just sat on the ridge for lunch, enjoying the silence and the views on this beautiful day, before making our way down to the quarry road.
Some droppings made us hopeful of red grouse, but we saw no further signs. As we descended from the ridge, we looked up at a contrail to see a large plane seemingly with two escorts - but when I uploaded and cropped the photo, Greger realised that this was mid-air refuelling, with a third fighter jet tucked in behind the big tanker.
And that, apart from a solitary buzzard, was the only thing airborne we spotted today!
