Drowned Rats

Waiting in my garden for my return, the perfect metaphor. First day in Oban was great, sunshine everywhere - we thought we were going to triumph over the weather. Second day started out pretty good but by dinner time it had started raining. Then it rained and rained and rained.

We decided we didn't like tents anymore and came home today.

I don't know what the story with this little guy is, but it's definitely dead. Perhaps a broken back? Flatmate saw it alive and it didn't run away so maybe it's domesticated?