Listen to the Lyon

So after protestations of the general strain of yesterday's excursion we undertook another. Embra to Perth and then Dunkeld. By then the rain had started. Then the back dog-leg to Aberfeldy. The rain was heavier by now. Yesterday and today so many places ripped apart by the exceptional floods in the winter and December 30th in particular. At Clova flood wreckage way up in the fields. In Glen Isla the riverbeds torn and thrown onto the hay way as a harvest of rock and gravel. Banks undermined and fences full of rubbish. 

Then we went on back roads and up into Glen Lyon through tree felling and mud on mud. A beautiful glen and house we'd seen on the market still there. A red squirrel ran out when we got to the Bridge of Balgie after a great drive through rain-soaked winter colours. That's the photo. Then up a most spectracular single track roaud over the pass to Loch Tay by Ben Lawers (not Lawyers as I thought). I thought we would run into snow but just driving rain and burns broaching their banks. (The extras from up there and the reservoir on the downside). 

Then along the rest of Loch Tay and back on the Callander road and turning off for Comrie and then a bleak moorland B road that was awash. But back in Edinburgh there was no rain. 

Here's Van Morrison on the lion.