Yesterday my new pal Dave and I went for a hike in Logies Steading along the Findhorn River. It rained off and on and bounced off birch leaves then trickled down around us. The river is wide and rock lined. In several spots it narrows and rapids roar past. The trail follows the rivers edge and there are a few good look out points. Even though the sunlight was sparse, it amplified off white bark and thin green leaves.
The rocks at the shore were varied. There were round tumbled grey stones like I’d see at home but there were also cowpie flat stones with shimmering mica flecks. We also saw a large sheet of stone that that were sta. Some of the red rock had clear crystals embedded in it.
Dave pointed to a Herion perched on a distant pock beach. We started down the path to get a better look but before we could get out our cameras he or she, took flight, long wings flapping gracefully as he followed the river bed and landed under the cover of a scruffy scrub.
A perfect break from writing, dipping my fingers in the Findhorn and filling my pocket with rocks.