So there we were yesterday, an enjoyable day spent paddling down Loch Long a bit and back up the other side...
...nice wee spot for a break...
...clowning around at the old torpedo station...
...but we still had time to kill before picking up the group who were away up Beinn Ime so we headed up the burn - as you do, tide was right in.
Coming back down, just about to go under the bridge when something ripples the water in front of us. Kid chucking in stones I thought, or maybe an angler baiting the area for later(thought that even though we're well out of season ).
Was too late to stop anyway. As I came out from under the bridge was met by the sight of a dozen or so mourners scattering ashes into the river.
One glance at the tearful <presumably widow> was more then I could handle so I dropped my head, mumbled a quiet apology(which was met with a "Och, it's nae bother") and drifted by - wishing I had a hat to take off and watching the little eddies of recently departed swirl round the boat.
I mean, what are the odds?
Oh dear!
Josh
...nice wee spot for a break...
...clowning around at the old torpedo station...
...but we still had time to kill before picking up the group who were away up Beinn Ime so we headed up the burn - as you do, tide was right in.
Coming back down, just about to go under the bridge when something ripples the water in front of us. Kid chucking in stones I thought, or maybe an angler baiting the area for later(thought that even though we're well out of season ).
Was too late to stop anyway. As I came out from under the bridge was met by the sight of a dozen or so mourners scattering ashes into the river.
One glance at the tearful <presumably widow> was more then I could handle so I dropped my head, mumbled a quiet apology(which was met with a "Och, it's nae bother") and drifted by - wishing I had a hat to take off and watching the little eddies of recently departed swirl round the boat.
I mean, what are the odds?
Oh dear!
Josh