The Cour

Caley got a decent walk today, one of our more visited circuits at Leanachan. It has been wet and blustery and there were fears of disruption to the big mountain bike event at near by Nevis Range if the cable car system was stopped by the conditions. It was just Caley and I. Mrs SJR was homeward bound at this point and I suspected she would feel Glasgow cooler than Faro as she stepped from the plane.
Misjudging the run off from the mountains I had thought I might get a picture of Caley swimming in the normally calm clear pools of the Cour; tripod set up on the rocks in the centre of the river bed.
It was a roaring and quite scary torrent.