Loch Clunie - again. A very dreich day, and I was tired, so didn't walk round it as I usually do. I admired the masses of snowdrops, which will be followed by an even better display of bluebells as Spring progresses. Unfortunately my present camera is very basic and can't do them justice.
Good views of Castle Hill (flat-topped mound on the far side) and of the island, with the Bishop of Dunkeld's house. Obviously it doesn't belong to the Bishop of Dunkeld any more - and hasn't for a couple of hundred years, as I remember. It's a shell now. What a shame. It must have been a great place to hole up in on a wild and stormy night...the only access by boat...looking out at the churning black waters of the loch from an upper window, while sipping a glass of best brandy and gnawing a peacock's leg (or your own, if supplies were low), and driftwood smouldered in the stone fireplace...
The house did actually burn down in the 1950s, but I'm unsure why. Possibly smouldering driftwood.
Wildlife spotted today included a herd of about a dozen roe deer in a field (unusual to see such a large group in the open), flocks of geese (greylags I think...) and cormorants on the trees on the island. Mallards and tufted ducks on the loch. Various small birds such as blackies, robins, coal tits and wrens active in the surrounding woods.
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