Spring has sprung and the skies are filled with curlews, peewits, oyster catchers and so many  bright yellow siskins. Tramping about the hills, we saw toads and ponds filled with spawn. There were patches of rust red sphagnum poking out between the woody winter heather, and buds starting to open indicating that summer is on its way. Though there aren’t any lambs yet. We’ll have to wait a few more weeks.

As is often the way in the Cairngorms, we found ourselves in thigh-high snow drifts on one day, and getting sunburned pink the next. On Easter Monday we headed down to the river with a grill to cook sausages on a chance boiling hot day. Bliss.