Walking past Meall mo Chridhe

The splendid weather continues, much to the joy of the geese at Maell mo Chridhe who have taken possession of a muddy puddle right beside the road, and become quite unfriendly when passers-by threaten to climb into it with them.

The horse who shares their field wears his macintosh with an air of weary resignation. He used to be white but seems to be increasingly muddy. Perhaps he should come to some sort of arrangement with the geese so he can share their puddle.

Meall mo Chridh's highlanders in the adjacent field seem quite unfazed by the weather. It is, after all, what they were designed for. They're not quite like the geese, inasfar as the rain doesn't run off them, but it's at times like this that the hair over their eyes really comes into its own.

Meall mo Chridhe is a restaurant with rooms, website here.