Going up, I kept startling red grouse from the heather. What a strange noise they make. And their droppings were strange too, like little cigarette butts. Apparently it’s their high fibre heather shoot diet…
I was hoping they wouldn’t fly over to the shooting party on the other side. Not such a peaceful walk today.
The heather was a tapestry of different shades of purple.
Scenery all around.
Down a long hill, saying hello to a group of walkers struggling up the other way. At the foot of the hill, the tallest mullein I’ve seen for a long time (flowers just about looking me in the eye).
At the end of the path was the carpark and a handy bench, where I had my lunch with a view.
Nearly got soaked when a car drove fast through that puddle. Not impressed.