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Short walk on Saturday afternoon, just up along the Silverburn River, which runs into my town from the north. We got as far as the wooden footbridge that crosses the stream, and sat there for a while, admiring the view and chatting about power/authority. Conversations when you're walking have a delightful tendency to ramble all over the place.

I have a theory that there's always something extraordinary to see/hear/smell on any walk. This one provided us with our first ever sighting of a water vole, skooting across the stream just in front of us. Too fast for a photograph, sadly, but I took this picture on the way back home:



You can just see the outline of the castle on the horizon. Most of the time I barely notice that castle, but every now and then I'll be walking or driving through the town and I'll suddenly see it and realise how odd it is to have such a magnificent thing just plonked here in the middle of what is essentially a glorified fishing village.