Up early

Well 7:45 am anyway.
Cooking breakfast for guests required but at least I was up to see the sun rise just below the house.
Off then for a stroll over the hills by Scolpaig on the north of the island (including losing the dog for a period and having to go back up one of the hills having just descended it) , an abortive hunt for an American wood warbler and tea with a Gaelic scholar. Life in the fast lane.