There were celandines too, and golden sax, and violets. An invisible chiffchaff, and, out of the wood, a great show of gorse.
There’s a yellowhammer in this picture.
I never knew they had orange backs.
You wouldn’t know from the photos, but the east wind was strong. I persevered up the path, looking over to John Knox’s pulpit and its caves.
Above, there are two massive rocks looking ready to roll down at any time.
I pottered along, finding Luzula campestris (Good Friday grass).
Later, there was another grassy thing in flower:
I think this is Hare’s-tail Cottongrass, Eriophorum vaginatum – but not quite sure.
There was also this mystery plant, which looks quite familiar…
The path has been “improved” but it feels a bit municipal now, instead of the rough track that was there. So coming back, I decided to walk past the signs warning of rock falls and go down the unimproved path to John Knox’s pulpit. I was quite relieved to get past without the boulders falling on my head.
But it felt more in touch with the landscape than the obstacle-free experience which FCCT has left us. And when I got home and looked at my photos, it’s clear that the boulders have been cemented into place. (Which explain the heap of cement left down by the burn.)
The view down the hill was good.