Down to the pier and washing a fleet. These creels were left out a little too long and were covered in calcareous worm tubes.
Hard to shift with the pressure washer and only get a few off. A couple of hours and they are done so it is back up the road and a walk with the dogs after getting Dougal out of the car and into the van.
Back down for some prawns and then over to Shieldaig. Although the weather was no use for fishing the scenes both going over the Hill, stopping at the stream
and again on the other side are beyond description, certainly any attempt by me..
Massage was great as well as a good chat and met a few from these parts, Jim, Frostie, Iona and Linda. Sometimes wish the two communities were a little closer together. We used to have the same Community Council and have all the same rural problems. Any way it was round the North Coast, picking up bait and salt on the way and the weather was nothing less than stunning. Looking back across to Shieldaig must be one of the views in Scotland
and always caught by the little hamlet at Kenmore.
Lashing rain and having to wear shades for the sun at the same time coming around Cuaig.
Sure enough the most perfect rainbow appeared over the Bay and almost, but not quite the first rainbow I have driven under.
Quite a strange day, heavy when it should not have been. Possibly just a little too tired. Maybe not working last night and making life more complicated than it is. That is the great thing about getting out for the massage, every thing becomes simple but unfortunately it does not last long enough although the sight of the rainbow must be a good portent that every thing will be ok.