Sunday, 8 March 2020

One last esker-pade

Our last full day in Inverness was spent touring around a couple of sites to the east of Loch Ness. However, first port of call was the Iron Age hillfort atop the hill, Craig Phadraig, behind our accommodation. Standing on the remnants of the fort ramparts afforded views of the Beauly Firth and the mountains beyond. A Red Kite slowly glided overhead and numerous twitterings from the surrounding woodland suggested a healthy population of tits, finches and Goldcrests.


Next up was RSPB Loch Ruthven, a breeding site for the rare and spectacular looking Slavonian Grebe. Whilst we see these birds in Winter in the waters around Orkney, they are not in breeding plumage at this stage, so we were hopeful of some early returners to the loch. Sadly, it was not to be, much of the loch was frozen over, but we did see and hear some noisy Little Grebes, trilling away for all they were worth. Also present were three Goldeneyes, a big flock of Teal and a small flock of Wigeon.

As we walked disconsolately back along the shoreside path to the car park, my eyes were drawn to a patch of something on a tree trunk. It would've been hidden from my gaze on the way in,  but now stood out as worth investigating.




Early thoughts were that it may have been constructed by a spider, but I was reluctant to poke about in the hole at the top, because... reasons. Obviously I wouldn't want to disturb any creature therein, especially on such a cold day. Yes, that was why.

Later, I pinged a few photographs of the structure to L back in Orkney, as she is a dab hand at identifying this sort of thing. I was amazed by her answer. It was the cocoon and eggs of a Vapourer Moth. The wingless female had emerged from the cocoon last Summer, mated with a winged male and then laid her eggs in situ. Later this Spring, the eggs will hatch and little caterpillars will disperse to feed on the surrounding greenery.

Continuing the walk back to the car, we realised that the temperature must have increased ever so slightly, and the wind, too. The thin coating of ice on the loch surface was on the move, and where it met the shore, it was shattering and breaking. Whilst in no way as spectacular as scenes from Canada and the United States, where they have bigger lakes and thicker ice, it was a fascinating thing to witness. See here.

After lunch, we needed some more exercise, and headed to Littlemill, a Forestry Commission Scotland site. Although now wooded, during the last Ice Age, other things were happening here. Meltwater, flowing through tunnels within a glacier, carried along sediments. When the glacier melted, these sediments were deposited on the ground as distinct sinuous ridges, now known as eskers. Some of them are still taller than a house. They weren't easy to photograph, but below are a panorama across one, then a few shots along different ridges.




Also on this site were several kettlehole lochans, where huge lumps of ice were deposited and buried. As the ice subsequently melted, the holes left behind filled with water. This wood isn't too far from the A9, and we will certainly think of visiting it during dragonfly season!

Thursday, 5 March 2020

Up close and horticultural

This far north there aren't too many signs of Spring as yet. Although a visit to Abriachan Garden Nursery, on the northwest bank of Loch Ness, provided hope and exercise in equal measure as we clambered about its steeply-sloping wooded habitat.

Bud burst, redolent with latent symbolism

Genus Corydalis

Snowdrop, Genus Galanthus

Lungwort, Genus Pulmonaria

Witch Hazel, Genus Hamamelis

These flowers looked liked they were made of icing. The scent from this shrub wafted over a huge area, with us searching in ever-decreasing circles until we were stood beside it. The sign underneath informed us that it was a Daphne bholua 'Jacqueline Postill'

Genus Mahonia from below

Genus Primula (multiple warhead version)
Quirkiest moment of the day occurred when I was looking at Google Street View for the area. The little Pegman, who can be dragged and dropped onto a road in Satellite view to enable the Street View mode, isn't his normal self in these parts. In fact, he's a she, and rather more of a Loch Ness Monster.

Courtesy of Screenrant and Google Maps

Wednesday, 4 March 2020

Mirror of worlds

Wednesday dawned clear and bright, with hardly a breath of wind. First Born had a plane to catch in the early afternoon, so we contented ourselves with a short walk locally, a loop of the basin and lock at the northern end of the Caledonian Canal. This was a repeat of part of our route from Sunday, but the calm and sunny conditions brought a whole new level of "Wow!" to the views of the Beauly Firth.








Curlew (and it's ringed!)

Curlew and Redshank

Grey Heron



The meeting of the waters?

Gotta love a clock that is set permanently to nearly 'knocking off ' time

Waving "Bye!" to First Born
The rest of the afternoon was spent visiting Culloden, wandering around the battlefield and reading the different viewpoints of the Government and Jacobite forces. Whilst this was the decisive battle which settled the bitter argument about whether the British monarchy would follow the Stuart or the Hanoverian lineage, it was all too easy to read some of the text with the topical eye of current affairs. Before we returned to our holiday accommodation, Our Lass invaded a home furnishings emporium, which left me concerned that there may not now be enough towels, mats and pillowcases for the residents of Inverness.

Going to ruins

First Born arrived in Inverness on Monday morning, whilst I was absent at a dragonfly meeting in Perth. However, I was kept regaled with the ladies' progress through a series of photos on Whatsapp. Many thanks to Second Born for the updates:





I arrived back in Inverness at teatime, which was fortuitous as we had booked tickets to go to the cinema to see 'Emma'.

"Bartholomew!"

The following day, we went on a short trip to Drumnadrochit, spending most of the morning at Urquhart Castle on the banks of Loch Ness, then having an extended pub lunch in the village, followed by a short walk to look at a nearby waterfall.







Sunday, 1 March 2020

Inverness - a city break

Last year, when First Born journeyed to Orkney to visit her 'rents, travel delays meant that she had to spend a night at a hotel in Inverness, courtesy of Loganair. After a frustrating day of hanging around in airports, she was desperate for some fresh air and discovered a lovely walk along the banks of the River Ness. This lifted her spirits and with the subsequent telling of the tale, it led to a plan for the family to meet up in Inverness for a short holiday.

Fast forward to now, and the team began to assemble. Second Born left behind a snowy Bedfordshire and flew northwards; Our Lass and I hopped on a ferry from a wet and windy Orkney; and we settled into a well-equipped AirBnB residence whilst we waited for First Born to arrive.

But a city break does not have to mean a wildlife-less zone.

Our accommodation was a short distance from several likely spots, so first up was Merkinch Local Nature Reserve at South Kessock. Tucked between the mouth of the River Ness and the north end of the Caledonian Canal, and pressed up against a sea wall of the Beauly Firth, is a reserve of many habitats: rocky shore, mudflat, brackish lagoon, reed bed, wet woodland, freshwater lochan.

It was the first day of our holiday, so we weren't up very early. In fact, this is as close as I came to witnessing the rising sun, a big red dot painted on the turntable bridge taking the Inverness-Wick railway across the Caledonian Canal.



We ambled along the canal bank in the company of a brisk westerly breeze, the northern horizon framed by the snowy peak of Ben Wyvis. 

Here's Second Born and the Kessock Bridge. Whilst I was taking this photo, Our Lass was busy spotting an Otter, which was hunting out in the firth.


A panoramic of the Beauly Firth, from Sea Lock Cottage to the Kessock Bridge
A Little Grebe

The signal box at Clachnaharry

Remains of the Loch Ness Monster or a boat skeleton?

Kingfisher!
In the afternoon, we swapped the canal for the river, and walked from the Botanical Gardens into the city centre, via bridges and the Ness islands.


After lunch in the Castle Tavern, we visited the Castle viewpoint for a 360 degree panorama of the area.

River Ness, Beauly Firth, Ben Wyvis

Chanonry Point and Fort George

Inverness Castle

A female Goosander 
And now we waited for the arrival of First Born...