Notter

As we drove past this end of the loch, near the bridge where it meets the sea, my friend was telling me "This is where lots of people have seen an otter over the past few... ... look, look, stop the car... there it is!"

And it was there, posing on the end of that wee sticky oot bit of land for just long enough for us to turn the car park at the other side of the bridge, tell the people sitting patiently waiting for the otter to appear that it was behind them (yes, we did it in full panto style) and run as stealthily as we could over to the the loch.

But of course as soon as it saw the cameras it laughed heartily and vanished.