A fine summer’s day with Beinn Bheula wearing a hat of clouds against the sun.
Beinn Donich (“Brown Hill”) is a vast bulk looming over Loch Goil. The views from the summit are superb.
With the spring, pale yellow primroses appear, lining every roadside and bank.
At dawn and dusk on clear days the sky is a riot of colours above Beinn Bheula – every shade in one day from pink, to yellow, to purple, to grey, to red. I wish I had the skill to paint it…
A heron waits for his prey at the edge of Loch Goil around dawn
The local “Heilan’ Coos” look a bit fearsome but are actually the most placid animals you can imagine
Looking out over the Donich towards the Rest and be Thankful on a summer’s day.
Red squirrels are common here….
On calm days the loch is a perfect mirror of the sky
“The lonely boat tethers once and for all my homeward thoughts”
There used to be two highland tigers inhabiting this particular patch of Argyll. Sadly our last Bengal passed away last week. I have had a little gravestone made for him and I hope him and Schrodi are waiting at the Rainbow Bridge and getting on better together than they did in life. RIP both of you
Although we don’t get much snow at loch level, the higher mountains are covered for five months or so of the year