A few days ago we saw the passage through this area of what started down in the Carolinas as a Tropical Cyclone – bringing high winds and prolonged and torrential rain. The next day, a friend (professional French Hornist) was in the town bandstand rehearsing with colleagues. Added to our morning constitutional.
Fans of the Hitchiker’s Guide to the Galaxy will be familiar with the lorry-driving rain god and his 92 words for types of rain constantly poured on his head by all the clouds that simply “wanted to water him”. This was the rain type known as heavy blatter.
For almost twenty years after arriving in Quebec J and I would rent a superior cabin at Kenauk for a week of fishing, eating, wandering and getting away from it all every September – there was no cell signal, no electricity, just us. Down the lake these two trees overlooked a prime fishing spot and the one on the right, every year, had an active osprey nest in it. Wonderful place.
This dates back to 2016 when we walked a long and beautiful trail on the west coast of Scotland to the site of one of the infamously “cleared” Highland villages. Down by the shore of loch where the cattle are there used to be a community – there are still the remnants of stone walls a couple of feet high to mark the spot.