A couple of good friends have moved to a house near Inverness. Lot of work required, both inside and out. Lovely view over the firth to the Black Isle and, if the cloud wasn't covering it, Ben Wyvis.

Spent a while doing stuff in the garden, near a Beech tree. It was like being near a dripping tap, with beechmast falling to the ground every ten seconds or so. There was no wind, and we suspect there was a red squirrel, or large family of them up there nibbling away. Couldn't see the culprit(s) but the beechmast that was falling had all been opened...