Tuesday 14 July 2009

Kilmalieu
I’d forgotten just how vicious midgies can be – last time we were here was one October when all the midgies had given up for the winter. Already I’m covered in bites in unexpected places, and then my iritis decided to return, the day after I finally got off the drugs from its last outbreak. It might have been encouraged by me continually holding my head in the smoke from a succession of ever-larger bonfires on the beach, in an attempt to smoke the little buggers out.

looking up Loch Linnhe to Ben Nevisfrom Rubha na h-Earba

Still, today I discovered that I have something of a dependency on bakers – on a tip-off that there was a good bakers shop in Acharacle, we stopped there at lunchtime today and I bought at least one of just about everything in the shop: it’s the first time I’ve seen a bakery or any of its products fresh for a couple of weeks. They had about ten different kinds of bread, none of them had poncey French or Italian names, and the positive effect on my mood was instant.

impromptu land art/promotionwith a burnt stick