Monarch of the Glenelg

A differently paced sort of day...

The morning promised sun, so we headed back over Mam Ratagan, carrying on past Glenelg to Corran, for a walk around the coast (once again promised otters, you know the drill). Lovely in the brightness, the hills of Knoydart looming large on the other side of the narrow loch, the sea so clear and blue.

By the time we were back to the car I'd managed to pop the phone through some brief reception, and found my dad was going to visit, as planned, with his wee plane. The weather for the rest of the week dictated it was (ahem) a flying visit into Broadford airstrip on Skye, but there was enough time for a half hour and a bit pleasure flight, even having time to be handed the controls (sort of), and then a cracking coffee in Cafe Sia, before watching him take off, in the knowledge he'd be more than halfway back to Aberdeenshire by the time we were back to our cottage a mere 30 odd miles away.

I normally get defensive about the fact my dad now has his own little plane, rabbiting on about poor upbringings and how the plane itself costs less than a mid-range car and so on, but I can't be bothered.

Once again I'd like to add an extra image, but the iPad just will not allow it (I wonder if it's an iOS thin, as some people seem to have no trouble, and I know others for whom it won't work, what confuses me is last week it worked fine one day, then didn't the next... I click on the plus symbol, and just nothing, the little spinning loading wheel, which I once left for over an hour on the off chance).

Tomorrow, fingers crossed, we might get out in the kayak.