Tuesday 29th March 2005
 RED SQUIRREL!!!! 13:14! The grey squirrels are far too wussy to make it this far north, so the reds rule the trees. We saw a few, but this is the only time I managed to capture one on 'film'. They don't hang about. And, no, it wasn't a cat. Unless it was some freaky tree leaping cat, maybe.
|  So, it's 13:48. The plan today was to walk from our cottage in Glen Prosen, through Glen Prosen village (about two miles) and then over the top of the valley (glen) into the adjoining valley/glen, Glen Clova. This was following the so-called "Minister's Walk". Apparently a four mile walk, but I guess that's priest miles. We spent a long time about two-thirds up the valley, gradually gaining altitude. Eventually, we just got bored of it and there was no sign of Glen Clova anywhere. Besides, every step away from home was a step we would have to repeat on the way back (albeit in a different direction). Oh, and note the strange markings on the sheep: red, orange AND yellow. What does it all mean, eh?
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So, instead, we headed back and then drove to Glen Clova instead, getting there not long before 5pm. Those first three pictures were taken at 17:02, 17:03 and 17:04. The last one was taken inside the only open public place there, the hotel/bar (tourist information was shut), and that was at 17:37. It must have been some kind of quiet period. There was us and three other people, I believe. Or were they a group of four? God, I don't know. Who cares?
|  Later on, we went into Forfar for a meal. We went to this odd little 'bistro' run by this guy in his forties who sounded like we was from Essex. He seemed kind of robotic, giving me eye contact for slightly too long . . . just by a fraction of a second . . . with no expression . . . blank. On leaving the restaurant, I learnt me, the man, must have been getting the eye contact meant for M****, as she hardly got any. Food was good though. I ordered a curry. He asked me if it was okay afterwards and I said, "Yes, it was very nice, thanks," he kept staring, "Erm . . . perhaps I would have made it hotter, but then I would have been a horrible, sweaty mess, so that wouldn't have been much fun," still staring, smiling benignly (sp.?!), "so I probably wouldn't have wanted that, come to think of it . . . really. So, yes, it was very good," to which he goes, "Right," and wanders off. "I think you could have stopped after saying, 'it was very nice, thanks'," M**** pointed out. The picture of the fire was taken at 20:41.
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