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| Flyte on board the ferry to Arran. | The Isle of Arran from the ferry. | Deer gardening at Lochranza. | Deer gardening at Lochranza. | First night's sunset from our cottage living room. |
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| Two swans seen from our beach. In the distance is the Mull of Kintyre. | "Boathouse Beach" at Dougarie, looking across Machrie Bay. | Happy as a clam at high tide! | Nowhere he would rather be... | The hill above the beach. |
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| Dougarie Lodge. | One of the "resident" red squirrels outside our kitchen window. | One of the "resident" red squirrels outside our kitchen window. | Another sunset... | |
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| Along the path to Machrie Moor. | Ruins of Moss Farm on Machrie Moor. | Ruins of Moss Farm on Machrie Moor. | A stone circle on the moor. | Standing stone on the moor. |
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| Cluster of standing stones on the moor. | Flyte and David on a boulder that was being made into a grinding wheel. | and again... | Jean and Flyte giving a sense of size to the standing stones. | |
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| Seagulls on "Boathouse Beach" at Dougarie. | Seagulls on "Boathouse Beach" at Dougarie. | Seagulls on "Boathouse Beach" at Dougarie. | The boathouses and the bridge at Dougarie Lodge. | Jean and Flyte on "Boathouse Beach". |
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| "Our beach" at Pirnmill. | Machrie Bay as seen on our walk toward the King's Cave. | Along the path... | Along the path... | |
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| Pladda Lighthouse as seen from Kildonan. | The hills to the north of Kildonan. | Heather at the start of our walk up Glen Catacol. | Flyte loves to bite the bubbles in the rapids. | He won't be thirsty for some time! |
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| A grove of silver birch. | The view up Glen Catacol. | Leaving the burn behind for a while... | But not for long... | |
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| More heather... | The view down the glen and across Kilbrannan Sound to the Mull of Kintyre. | |||
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| Some toadstools on a different path to the King's Cave at Machrie. | ||||
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| Sun on the sound... | ||||
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| Our last morning as the weather turns...The Lochranza Ferry in the distance. | A pitiful "baby" gull, calling for his mother. | Goat Fell from the ferry. | Holy Isle on the way home. | |
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| And on the ferry, Flyte made a new friend. | who shared her toys with him. | |||