For weeks up here the rain has seemed never ending. Everywhere has been waterlogged. Ponds have been appearing in the fields where there never were any before. Some of the country roads have been like mini rivers. Our poor hens must have been thinking they were ducks. We had forgotten what the sun looks like.
Then, at last, this morning we woke up to clearing mist and deep blue sky. I just had to go out and take some photos. First of all, down to the loch.
Then this afternoon I went for a walk along the riverbank.
It's now just over a year since we moved up here, but I still marvel at the fact that we are lucky enough to live in such a wonderful place.
Just wish it didn't rain quite so often! (Though I am certainly grateful it's not snowing!)