Weeeeeee! Bouncy swells.
Nothing biting. I didn't even put a rod together but Scott had a few goes.
Wandered up the hill through a surpisingly large "proper" wood. Someone must have held out when the FC came a'tempting. Good on them. Birch, oak, alder, hazel, rowan, and beech mainly, lovely.
Had to end though.
You gotta love pine woods for the firewood though.
...and other goodies.
Lots of red deer tracks, some real biggies among them. Skirted round what could have been a watering hole(but could have just as easily been a spring).
Oh dear, the mushrooms, time to see if I remember anythng.
Right, chicken of the woods, young and a bit peely-wally. We let it be.
Charcoal burner
Chanterelle
Cant remember, didn't go in the pot. A couple went home with Scott to be dissected later with the books to hand.
Lots of types of boletus as well. The red ones in the middle here are either Satans boletus(nasty) or some other type that are apparently yummy, so just in case he had a plateful away with him.
The ceps and others were yummy for sure. Only oil we had with us was in a smoked sausage but that wasn't a bad thing.
The whole area was mussel-ridden. Not quite the size of those round in loch goil but not far off. Must be the diet of radioactive goo and oil spillages.
You'd think being across the way from an oil terminal would be offputting but it was eminently ignorable and actually quite pretty at night.
The moon was out too so it was bright thereabouts and when the tide hit the fire at about midnight I watched the cloud of steam drift north up the loch a good half mile before thinning out.
Spent sunday scooting about in conditions ranging from going nowhere to "Eek, should I be here". Scott(who's sailed a fair but) watched from up the hill where he was picking more mushrooms when the wind picked up and later offered the sage advice...."You need to grow a pair".
A fair assessment I reckon.
Nice weekend, relaxed and cheery. A lot quieter no doubt than the day whoever left this lot(and many more) littering the bay were around.
Josh
Nothing biting. I didn't even put a rod together but Scott had a few goes.
Wandered up the hill through a surpisingly large "proper" wood. Someone must have held out when the FC came a'tempting. Good on them. Birch, oak, alder, hazel, rowan, and beech mainly, lovely.
Had to end though.
You gotta love pine woods for the firewood though.
...and other goodies.
Lots of red deer tracks, some real biggies among them. Skirted round what could have been a watering hole(but could have just as easily been a spring).
Oh dear, the mushrooms, time to see if I remember anythng.
Right, chicken of the woods, young and a bit peely-wally. We let it be.
Charcoal burner
Chanterelle
Cant remember, didn't go in the pot. A couple went home with Scott to be dissected later with the books to hand.
Lots of types of boletus as well. The red ones in the middle here are either Satans boletus(nasty) or some other type that are apparently yummy, so just in case he had a plateful away with him.
The ceps and others were yummy for sure. Only oil we had with us was in a smoked sausage but that wasn't a bad thing.
The whole area was mussel-ridden. Not quite the size of those round in loch goil but not far off. Must be the diet of radioactive goo and oil spillages.
You'd think being across the way from an oil terminal would be offputting but it was eminently ignorable and actually quite pretty at night.
The moon was out too so it was bright thereabouts and when the tide hit the fire at about midnight I watched the cloud of steam drift north up the loch a good half mile before thinning out.
Spent sunday scooting about in conditions ranging from going nowhere to "Eek, should I be here". Scott(who's sailed a fair but) watched from up the hill where he was picking more mushrooms when the wind picked up and later offered the sage advice...."You need to grow a pair".
A fair assessment I reckon.
Nice weekend, relaxed and cheery. A lot quieter no doubt than the day whoever left this lot(and many more) littering the bay were around.
Josh
