Not my photo

Typically I was out. Flying my drone over a pile of stones somewhere. 
At least it will stop Tricia maintaining that otters do not exist. You can just make it out in the awful image. It walked into the front  of our garden. It couldn't decide about Ruadh and the feeling was reciprocated. 
After a leisurely potter about and stand-off it then walked out onto the road, gave Ruadh a last glance and then slunk off.  Our equivalent of seeing a lion in Africa.