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A cock and bull story.

We had the day off today and Rae had booked an appointment with the optician as her glasses had broken. It also gave us a chance to start a farewell tour or some of the places that we have enjoyed during our stay up here in the highlands. The appointment was in Kyle which is the local town. Not a lot there apart from the co-op and a few very small and often shut shops. Whilst Rae sorted her glasses out Gordon and I went off for a little stroll. We headed up hill to the viewpoint and picnic area.

We then headed to Pluckton a small but beautiful village on the shores of Loch Carron.

Gordon was suitably attired for the weather and reluctantly followed us as always with his head bowed.


Rae carrying his raincoat for him. Having said farewell to Pluckton we then headed off for a late lunch in the local café. It’s a café famous for its heard of highland cattle. I went after them as they were roaming free. Rae decided that discretion was a better part of valour and remained behind. These are the pictures of the beautiful animals.

The café was wonderful although a little disturbing that people are munching on burgers and allsorts of other animal byproducts whilst admiring the wildlife. These cows are a tourist attraction and whilst we were there mini buses and tour guides were coming and going.

We returned to base which continues to resonate with the sound of stags bellowing. One of the stags has remained lying down for the last week whilst his former comrades have dispersed. Not sure why he is lying low we hope that he is okay. Mind you he is safer here than wondering the mountains and glens as this is now the stalking season.

We were told by walkers who arrived on site that there are numerous dead bodies left abandoned next to the Trail with their beautiful antlers cut off. They seem something barbaric in the fact they are been taken as trophies and not even been used for food. I wonder what satisfaction anybody can get from killing such magnificent beasts for no reason other then I guess their own vanity.


A Bill photo. No skill in killing these beasts. I acknowledge that they need to be culled but there seems something wrong with people who kill anything for pleasure? I’ll stop with the old hippie stuff.

Working tomorrow and Monday. Then off for our last trip before we finally leave. Other side of Fort William on the loch shore.

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