Walking the dogs took a while today, even though it was a fairly short walk, as there was so much to see. The bog cotton is still looking delightful:
Lexie's Loch is looking stunning in the sunshine, and while they're impossible to photograph the water lilies are looking beautiful:
The rather unassuming-looking Bog Myrtle is scenting the hills with its strange, slightly medicinal guava smell:
and apparently the loch temperature is perfect for a swim after a walk:
The orchids are just beginning to die off now:
but the heather is starting to come into full flower:
and I'm not sure what these are but they're very pretty!
To quote Billy Connolly, "it makes you come over all Sir Walter Scott-ish":
Breathes there the man with soul so dead,
Who never to himself hath said,
"This is my own, my native land"?
Whose heart hath nâ€™er within him burned
As home his footsteps he hath turned... ?
If such there be, go mark him well...
The wretch, concentrated all in self,
...Doubly dying shall go down
To the vile dust from whence he sprung,
Unwept, unhonorâ€™d, and unsung.
"The Lay of the Last Minstrel" (1805)