Wet Rocks

Continuing theme from yesterday, more rocks, more river, but this time with added waterfall.

Productive day, hiding away in a nice air-conditioned room with no distractions. Didn't even change out of my cycling gear, sat in my shorts all day, then packed up and cycled off in the opposite direction from home until I made it to this cool, shady spot. Disturbed a couple canoodling, then another crowd of teenagers arrived and went for a dook. Took them five minutes to make their way from toes to shoulder though, reminding us it's still Scotland and the water's still barely above instant testicle withdrawal temperature.

Then headed over to the Dam, stopping for a brief staring competition with a fox before a final Thursday detour down by Alloa harbour.

Nice.