The hitchhikers on the road between Shieldaig and Applecross are a bit rough…
Goat kids playing with a Heilan Coo
I cannot resist the pure dead brilliance of the goat.
Thank you to Frank (Heumann) for his excellent picture of the hairy beasts. We will continue to follow Frank’s progress in the Highlands on Skye in the coming days. Thus proving that those who can’t, talk about it.
For all of you with weary eyes, just feast your tired eyes on this; a slate grey sky, the single track road that seems so enticing, beckoning you to go a little further. The yellow broom at the side of the road is spiky and scented of coconut and if you look, nearby you’ll find heather, wild (mountain) thyme, wild sage and ground so damp you’ll wonder if it ever dries out. Who needs a rainbow or a pot of gold at the end of it when you’ve got a sky like that and a journey with gold wherever you look.
Those Highland cows look like they belong to that field dotted with bog cotton and of course they do. I’m told they’re very curious and never to be underestimated, more than one has suffered on the receiving end of their sharp horns.
For Mings, who I know will appreciate this, some seaweed washed onto a sandy bay, a bay for quiet thoughts and time enough. This is Talisker Bay, not far from where the beloved whisky is made, uisge beatha, literally ‘the water of life.’
(All credit for photos goes to Frank Heumann, click on link to view more)