Heather, the Harebell and Ferns
The latest challenge that Treshnish has thrown at us is that we have to get the old stone bridge over the Ensay burn weight tested before the lorry can deliver any more tractor diesel. I always try and refute S's stock phrase when something like this happens - "there is always something". This time I am beginning to wonder, unfortunately, if he is right.
There is relief in finding a Harebell valiantly growing in the minority amongst the Heather and the Ferns. I love the colour combination.
Lots of repeat guests this week, which is always nice. One family have been coming here since 1976. Things are hopefully a little more comfortable now.