Tuesday last week was a good day for fishing. We went to Lochcroistean by bus or on bikes and followed the peattrack to the end, then scrambled across boggy ground and over rocky hills until we reached Loch Grunavat about an hour later. A light breeze kept the midges at bay. We had to cast the line carefully, to keep it from floating with the waves towards the peebly shore where the hook would get stuck easily.
The sun was moving in and out of clouds
and at the end of an enjoyable afternoon we had caught enough brown trout for our dinner and some more for the freezer…On our way back across the bogs I was fascinated by the luminousity of little shallow pools
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