As we have battled pretty crepe weather here in West Central Scotland in recent weeks, and as my back has been giving me grief, opportunities for canoeing have been few and far between.
This morning though, having secured a day’s respite from despicable commerce and trade, I took to the water. I was paddling by 7:00 when most BLFP readers were presumably still tucked up.
It was cold.
It was pretty grey.
It was wonderful.
Peace, perfect peace.
I paddled round the island of Inchconnachan.
I got these photos: