North Lochs

We went there, young Toots and I. With cameras and film and everything. Dragged Toots away from his pooter thing where his emails were getting a hammering.

Oh, the sun was shining, the air warm and we took off for North Lochs, just because we could. Mr Toots was in his element shooting here and there with his Isolette.

I shoot more discreetly with the Bessa and Juptier 8.  There were coows, sheeps and everything.

Boats too. And inevitably, a tractor.

Eventually the low sun gave up its light for the day but not before I'd shot a runrig or two. We then retired to town for a bowl of soup. A lovely day.