Oooh, look, an Eagle...

The Scottish Holiday.

After the trauma of the Astra-breakdown episode and the gutless hirecar, we'd recovered sufficiently to begin to enjoy the rest of our holiday with our friends at the Castle...

Chapter Seven:

One of the things my wife really wanted to see was a seal, or seals if she was really lucky. So we decided to take a day out and around the Mull Of Kintyre. We stopped at "St Columba's Footprints" and carefully studied the jumbled collection of rocks and seaweed.

"No seals there dear, let's carry on"

"Oh, alright then, never mind. But that's where we were told they are most likely to be."

We drove on and took a gated road signposted "To The Lighthouse". This took us right up into the hills. As we were driving slowly along admiring the view, my wife whispered quietly...

"Ooh, look an Eagle!"

"Stop that, that's not funny."

"No, really. Stop the car."

Not a bear, or a salmon

After it had flown off into the distance and *before* we managed to get a decent close-up of it, we carried on to the end of the road - "No Public Access beyond this point". Good job too as there was a large motorhome blocking the road. I got out to take a look to see if the sign was lying.

"Did you want to drive past and turn around?" asked some guy with a large-lensed camera.

"Nope, just taking a look to see if there were any more eagles this way."

"What?! WHAT?! EAGLES!! Where?"

"Err, just down the road about a mile by the telegraph poles."

He stuck his head into the camper.

"Dave, Dave you bastard, I told you to sodding well slow down past them poles!"

The four guys on an expensive Expedia-Eagle-Hunting-Twitcher holiday began frantically packing their kit back into the van.

"Time to go?" asked the wife.

"Time to go."

"Can we go to Machrihanish and see what's there? I fancy a drink and a sandwich."

"Ok dear, wave to the eagles as we go past."

Eagles come in all shapes and sizes, but you will recognize them chiefly by their attitudes.

E. F. Schumacher