Ah! It's dry!

It's been wet for weeks. There's a heron fishing on our lawn each morning. For frogs probably, but it's still a bit depressing.
We took advantage of a dry spell at lunchtime to wander a little further up the forestry track in Inverawe and were rewarded by a slightly misty view of Loch Etive. Coming back down half an hour later, the same view was washed in dark grey and minutes later we were being drizzled upon. But, hey, we'd been out.
And now to google the green rocks in the burns up there...