Bright eyes

Gill and I had a walk in the forest above Drymen before she set off for home. We passed several West Highland Way walkers on the path and felt sorry for them in the heat with their huge backpacks.

We also met this delightful wee cairn called Fruin and her human, who live in the village. With her black muzzle and bright eyes she (Fruin, not her human) reminded me very much of my mum's cairn, Morag.