Falls of Falloch

I am away for work at the moment, in Loch Lomond and Trossachs. The last few weeks my head has been mince, and when I arrived in Crianlarich, I still felt like I didn't know which way was up. I was quite disoriented. Literally. I was struggling to read my maps and work out in which direction I was looking.

A walk along part of the West Highland Way, with my job share partner was good, but my head was still spinning. We sat for a wee while after, talking gardening. 

Then I set off down to Loch Lomond and stopped briefly at Falls of Falloch at lunchtime. It is a very fine waterfall, but an unsatisfyingly short walk, and (as many of these places are) rather battered by the heavy footfall over the last year. 

Later on, after a failed trip to Luss for fish and chips, I sat and had a beer outside the hotel, and tried to just slow right down. So, in a bit of a mindfulness moment, instead of concentrating on my toes or the tip of my nose, I sat and watched the my hair dance over my face in the breeze, the few fluffy white clouds against the deep blue sky, gulls so high they were tiny moving speckles, the light shifting over the dark summit of the Cobbler, the golden bubbles rising in my beer, the vibrant green of the flushing larch, the bees working their way over the rhododendron (so laden with white flowers you could barely see the leaves), the pattern of the waves passing over the surface of Loch Long, and so on...

Then I went and began on the SEDA Land Conversations - very interesting, and worth checking out of you are interested in the future of Scottish land use.