Thursday 20th May 2021
I ventured along Strathconon into the remote Highlands as far as (in theory) is possible by road.
Two hydro-electric power stations on the river. There were numerous strange signs and warnings.
Talk about warning of the obvious!
This strange-looking object in the river was rotating like a cement mixer. I have no idea what it is.
A generator perhaps?
Edit several days later. It is apparently a trap (thanks George for finding out) to count Smolt, young Salmon on their way down river. Well, you live and learn.
As I got deeper into the heart of the NW Highlands, the scenery became wilder.
But just after some road works - laying fibre optic cables would you believe - this end of speed limit.
I pressed on but the road became worse and worse.
I wasn't that brave - or foolish - so turned round. Quite a problem on the very narrow road.
Thee were several of these footbridges. They remained untested.
I made a minor diversion on the way home (in the pouring rain) to check on the rare Slavonian Grebes.
On this date, 20th May 1965, I flew my gliding gold distance.
No great feat these days but it was 56 years ago - especially in an Olympia.
Jack
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