Saturday, September 18, 2010

A sack of logs and a space for the Brownie.


Fortunately when the sun went down, the temperature dropped like a stone and the midges disappeared.


Gradually the light faded until...


...there was only a red glow behind the Paps of Jura.


We sat round a fire of crackling logs, leaving a space for the Brownie. It was just as well we had picked up a sack of logs at a petrol station on the way up as there was little driftwood on the beach.

Phil and I enjoyed a dram of the 18y old Caol Ila whisky and we swapped tales till the sky grew dark and the embers faded.

3 comments:

  1. Thats funny, i spotted several brownies washed up on the beach last week!

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  2. Ahah! You're from Ayrshire then!
    :o)

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  3. aaah the costa del clyde.. In can almost smell the fragrant bouquet from the indigenous banana plantation!

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