Meanwhile enough of dreaming of summer days past or in the future, winter still holds its grip and by all accounts we are in for more of these cold days next week. The day I took this picture the air was incredibly still and cold and the silence was absolute, until, in the distance, I could hear this strange phut, phut sound and as it came nearer it turned out to be two fisherman in their boat making their way down the loch but while the outboard made a background whine the real noise came from the fishermen who were talking loudly and punctuating every phrase with a repetitive and frequent Fuck, Fuck, Fuck!
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