I walked from Laid to Tongue. This was a particularly memorable day as, when I started walking up the east side of Loch Eriboll, I decided to stop for my lunch on the shoreline. I plonked myself down on the grass with the rocks and shore in front of me and as I was tucking into my ham and cheese sandwich I noticed two small heads weaving though the water towards the rocks. Instinctively I hid behind ‘Big Bertha’ (my rucksack). To my amazement, two otters came out of the water, one with a small flatfish in its mouth. The otter with the fish chomped and chewed its way through lunch whilst the other one rolled around in the seaweed and then moved behind a rock – all less than 20 metres from where I was gawping. I am sure that the other one knew I was there as we caught each other’s eye, but he seemed completely relaxed. After he had finished eating, he slipped back into the water, I presume to continue hunting for food. By this time the other one was probably asleep behind the rock, but I couldn’t see him/her. What an honour and such a special thing to see. I don’t know what it is about otters, but they are so enchanting to watch. Later that day I crossed the ‘Kyle of Tongue’ and stumbled into the ‘Ben Loyal Hotel’ for the start of a few days with Philippa. She was coming up to join me for a few days, and was bringing a car with her so we could explore the area, including inland!