Day 2 doesn't start off brilliantly. Several hours of being stuck in the car unable to stretch out, followed by a night in a strange bed, was enough for my lower back to remind me I'm not as young as I once was. Much localised pain followed, which left me struggling through the day like the old man I'm slowly becoming. The rain came, and the rain stayed, but didn't damped our spirits. We decided that today was a good day to travel round the Isle and get to know where places were and what they had to offer. All in all, we had a great day. We saw some great wildlife and pointed the old Rover down some long and winding tracks leading inevitably to someone or another's farm. During a break in the weather, we came across this Buzzard. Soaked through and trying to dry out in the brief dry spell. The closest I've ever managed to get to one in the wild. Roll on Day 3.
It's the Isle of Mull. This chap was more concerned with getting dry than worrying about me.
Posted by: Hampshire Bob | September 20, 2010 at 09:37 PM
Good picture! You did well to get that close. Is it the Mull of Kintyre you're on? I walked the length of Kintyre a few years ago. Near killed me.
Corriepaw.
Posted by: colin walford | September 20, 2010 at 09:50 AM