As we gazed at the still loch over breakfast we counted one. . . no, two. . . no, hold on, five black-throated divers, their exquisite black and white markings visible through the bins.
|Black-throated divers are bigger than this in real life|
The walk was superb (and full-on!), with cracking views of Ben Nevis, the Torridons, the Cuillins on Skye, Eigg . . .
|Kristy and me with Ben Nevis in the background (the snowy bit to the left in the far distance)|
|This ptarmigan must've dropped its compass|
There were goats, there were buzzards, there were signs of ptarmigan and tracks of mountain hare, there was a tantalising glimpse of a blackbird-like shape in some crags high above. I want to say it was a ring ouzel (it's pretty likely it was) but I didn't get a clear enough view. So what? It was wildlife. We were in the mountains and the sun was shining. With ancient rocks and alpine lady's mantle at our feet we could see as far as we wanted in any direction.
|Feral goat - too cool for school|
|Mountain hare tracks - which direction do you think it was going?|