Wednesday, December 28, 2022
The first thing we saw as we started our walk at the dam was a skirmish between a red kite and a raven.
This is, of course, raven territory; and under a determined onslaught the kite eventually drifted off towards Ben Wyvis and was lost to sight. As we made our way carefully along the sometimes slippery road, we became aware of a roaring sound; this turned out to be a terrific jet of water bursting from the base of the dam - a type of spillway, I think.
In this view looking back towards the road some turbines are just visible on the sky-line - another kind of green energy, although some people (particularly hill-walkers, I've found) are inclined to moan endlessly about wind farms.
We didn't walk far as I'm still not well; but it was great to get out for a while, and I certainly feel better than I did yesterday. Greger doesn't think I have flu - and I'm beginning to wonder myself. I can't usually go out on the fifth day of flu. But I have had a shocking cough, so much so that I have been dosing myself with Benylin - and it has to be bad before I take that revolting stuff! Mind you, it does work. As long as I'm well enough to go birding on January 1st, that's the main thing!
