Islands to the north
I took my daily walk out on the headland this evening. I disturbed a marauding stag on my way up there, but then had the views and the silence all to myself. The slopes of the headland are thick with Primrose, Bitter vetch, Tormentil, Dog violet and Birds foot trefoil. Behind me the moon was rising over Cruachan Treshnish, and the hill below was richly pink as the sun began to set.
I had a call from a sweet man at Visit Scotland this afternoon, wanting to hear how we were getting on. We talked for over half an hour, he took notes, and would feed back what I told him about our situation into a report going to the Scottish Govt. At the end of it, he said he wished he had a magic wand and could make it all better. I didn't expect that!