Moody Blues

Remember them?

This was how the loch looked this morning when Shuna and I walked along the eastern shore. The drizzle wasn't very far away, but waited till we got back to the car.

We met a German father-and-son pair of WHW walkers who'd stopped me yesterday to ask if/where there was a bank in the village. It was as if we were old friends when we recognised each other today! They had been drenched by the torrential rain yesterday afternoon as they continued from Drymen to Balmaha, but had managed to dry off overnight in the bunkhouse. It hasn't been too wet today, thank goodness, as they trekked on to Rowardennan.

RIP Rik Mayall