The Lochan Walk
Attracted to a Lochan of fresh water, stopped, watched the fish splashing the surface water, hunting flies. The early evening had a languid feel. The mountainous hills into the distance enhanced the heart to wonder at so much beauty. The fish and the landscape were just there, after all, being as they were not posing for pictures.
Through the small gate, paused a little longer before instinctively walking up the wide logging-track heading for the hills without the necessity of ‘shall we walk it and how far?’
From the yellowish-brown surface there was a recently cut grass path, We turned onto it, winding upwards, over stumps, holes and lumpy clumps.
Fallen stones of something on our left, we passed, a patch where oaks were growing well and said hello.
On a bit more, then a bit more. Were we going too far as we would have to back-track. Just to the next curve and high point then…..then the next…..there might be a circular way back? The decision was made and we kept going.
Stepping onto the wide logging-track…there was no need to back-track.
Strolling back looking at the Burns, wild flowers and the odd flit of a butterfly, we made the turn saw the water again below, puddled with the rings of hunting fish, within the reflected painting of clouds and trees on its surface.
Passing the start of the grass path, satisfaction in the recognition of our adventure into the unknown.
20 June 2021