But before we go there, here's a gratuitous shot of a Grey Heron from early this morning. Big lens and dressing gown outdoors, not a good look.
As we drove the single track road to Torridon, the weather began to deteriorate. We donned waterproofs and set off around the edge of the loch, then picked up a footpath that took us back towards the village in an anti-clockwise loop. Our Lass spotted an interpretation board for a clearance site, Fasag, where the tenant crofters were evicted from their land by the owner in the mid 1800s to make way for more profitable sheep farming. As she walked around the ruined remains of several scattered crofts, I beetled about in the damp grass.
I think this is a Violet Ground Beetle (£1 coin for scale).
And this is a Violet Oil Beetle.
Who could blame a deity for having an inordinate fondness?