Strathfarrar

Last night the bog cotton up behind the house looked happy nodding about in evening sunshine. The relations here in Strathfarrar looked completely cheesed off in the soaking, constant drizzle that dominated much of our day.

The dreich day didn't do much to cheer the surveyors up either and the lie of this site dictated that we carried a heap of heavy gear a long way up the hill. We are at relatively low level tomorrow.