My first taste of real Scots porridge was this morning for breakfast. Made with water and salt. It was a bit of a shock at first but it kind of made sense by the last spoon.
Heavy rain today and just enough wind to make things very chilly but a very straight forward and pretty ride from Crask up to Tongue. A couple of climbs to make it interesting and beautiful heather covered hills criss crossed by over flowing peaty streams. All I could hear at times was the burbbling of the braes.
A call now to all bird nerds! I saw a tiny little diving bird on the shore of a fresh water loch. It was all black apart from a white breast plate. It was diving along the shore line and when it flew off it flew about 6 inches off the surface of the water.
Had a cold afternoon waiting for the hostel to open but warm now.
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