To Yell and Back

By Tirrick

Guess Who's Coming to Dinner?

My first memory of a family holiday was my third birthday in a house with no electricity by the village of Kilchoan in Ardnamurchan - I didn't come back for thirty years or so, but we've been pretty regular visitors since.

The last few times we've stayed around the Glenborrodale and Glenmore area by Loch Sunart, drawn back by the scenery and the wildlife.

At the house we are staying in now, pine martens come by every night just after dark, stripping bare any food left out and occasionally scratching at the windows for more. I believe they would come into the house with only a little encouragement...

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