Marten

When we left N Kessock P suggested that we might want to visit the Slavonian grebes on Loch Ruthven en route, so we did that. Always happy to see a Slavonian grebe with its ludicrous eyebrows, but they stayed too far out on the loch to be blipped. Eventually got to Glenfinnan and our friends D & P's lovely house. Had mighty bletherings and delicious food and drink. We were honoured by a visit from their local pine marten later, when s/he popped by to pick up a piece of remarkably stinky cheese that P had put out. He was very fast - I just managed to grab the iPad to catch his return for a hunk of bread (to go with the cheese, presumably).