WET

The worst walk at Leanachan. We haven't been here for a while, Caley amd I, and I thought it couldn't be as bad as I remembered. Rain and snow melt water running through the tussocks made it impossible to keep the feet dry. The usual approach down a wet rutted forest ride had the added hurdle of collapsed trees to limbo under or deviate around by crawling through dense jaggy sitka adjacent. We got to the wee loch which is quite nice and I stood for a moment dreading the thought of the horrid walk out but it was going to be dark shortly if I didn't step lively.
At least Caley found his ball which he lost close to where we left the forest track.