Now, you'll forgive the divergence from botanical research to lochs thats just normal, but this weeks been quite interesting, including a meeting with a black swan. There's often much walking between the bitter days and squally showers, however, as poor Haggis has been post-op this week, we've stayed away from the seaside walking to save his poor paws (dew claw's now removed and healing nicely) and more *delicate* area's (are fine, but he's not keen to share any more info) and opted for a bit of loch side walking. Something slow and sedate for the poor chap and to our delight, a black swan greeted us. Seemingly this swan is perhaps a well know resident here, but for us a delight to behold, black swans are escapees in this country, who'd have known. Are they on the run?
Bonnie isn't it, even with the showers looming and the everchanging light.
In the distance you see the sleeping dragon of Hoy, over the open undulating landscape of Orkney you can often orientate yourself in the west mainland by where Hoy pops up. And so to the lochside, a firm favourite of fishermen, as easy access to the Loch means good fishing. Looking out towards the west if you squint perhaps the Ring of Brogar comes into view......just across the loch.
Looking westwards, towards Harray, loch islands look close enough to swim too. But today perhaps a bit cold.
The trampled path ambles towards the left and offers a treat of boardwalks, not too slippy it would seem and usually lots of flowers, although at this time of year they slumber. Rightly so, far too cold for flowers.
As always in case of untoward events, the hounds venture first. Peedie the courageous cairn leads the way.
The cellist, equipped for all weathers, follows the pesky hounds, closely at hand. They stick to her heels aware of her penchant for bonio's in her pockets for treating lovely hounds. She's well versed in the rituals of cairn terriers and the treats they need once traversed across monster infested boardwalks. They're a good team.
And the monsters today nothing to worry about. In fact a treat is in store, a lone black swan sits and swims in the icy cold loch water.
A solitary jet black beauty in the watery winter landscape. What a treat, whilst the loch is full of swans over winter a black swan is unusual to our eyes. Welcome to the Harray Loch.
And so we venture home, full of delight in seeing such a lovely creature unexpectedly. Some of us a bit more war torn than others, we retire to the sofa and rest.
And recuperate, poor Haggis, you'll be glad to know he's on the mend, even if we did return to the vets minus bandages, for a bigger hood collar thing, to stop him helping with his surgery.