Early … and oh, so calm and quiet – my soul, and the loch.

I’ve been watching a heron for a quarter hour or more. And I think he / she has been watching me.

And then on towards mid-morning. Hot, dry and very out of puff after the climb up to St Anthony’s Chapel but, all year round, the view is always worth it. And above the sound of my heart’s pounding I hear ‘rest awhile’ – and I do. Then it’s time to wend my way down towards breakfast …

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