The ground was like a saturated sponge, and if you stepped in the mud, you might get your shoe pulled off of your foot. As you can imagine, we don't travel with "wellies" since we live the desert...but here's a wonderful thing about having a growing 14 year old: his feet are bigger than yours. So when he remembers to bring his "snow boots" (fleece lined rubber lace-ups), you can borrow them from him for a walk in the woods. Your Correspondent is always prepared and so had appropriate footwear with him.
Thanks to Hank's boots, we had a lovely walk through the woods during a pause in the rain...
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| Appropriately attired for walking in the country. |
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| Looking back towards the cottage (just out of the shot to the left). |
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| Lots of rain = litte streams everywhere and very full burns! |
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| Somehow this reminded me of the Texas hill country. |
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| A landscape full of Christmas tree forests. |
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| Fuzzy headed and no make up. Like a bear in the woods. |
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| Double rainbow along the way. Dude. |
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| And the path led to the Loch. |
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| Back up the hill to the cottage. |
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| Blue sky and blue water to welcome our return. |
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