As we started walking up Arthur's Seat, we could see the rain out to the west, shining silver in the sunlight. The sky was dull and the air was damp around us but it didn't start raining until we reached the small loch. Then it became torrential as we watched the mallards swimming, swans sitting on their nest in the middle of the water, tufted ducks diving for food, looking like white streaks underwater. We turned back quite soon, made our way back down the hill, hunching ourselves against the rain. Then as we got halfway down the rain stopped and the clouds cleared, leaving a beautiful blue sky. The gorse bushes all around us shone golden, overburdened with flowers. Then we saw it. On the hill, a small brown animal ran into our sights and then stopped to stare. A weasel! We watched the rabbit it might have been stalking run away, then the weasel ran up the rocky hill.
Torrential rain for Weekend Wordsmith
You can read about previous walks round Arthur's Seat (and see photos!) here.
7 comments:
Exquisite. You have sent me to another world.
It sounds so inviting! Even in torrential rain! I could almost smell that unique scent after a good rain. The air suddenly scrubbed clean!
A great adventure .. better than a long slog in dribbles!
Your words took me there with you. Lovely visual.
Excellent visuals! white rose is right - one can almost smell it! Fanstastic! Thanks!
I agree, quite descriptive and inviting. Fun read.
thank you for the lovely walk..
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