Cormorant perhaps?
Cormorant perhaps?
It was a great crested grebe doing a Nessie impression.Cormorant perhaps?
What makes me think what were looking at is a Cormorant? They do have that Knape on their black necks.It was a great crested grebe doing a Nessie impression.
I was born in Morar next door to Mallaig which is further down from from Ullapool. Due to no school places being available in Mallaig or Fort William I spent term time with my Aunt and Uncle in London and went to school there, and school holiday time back home. Being a poor family we never really went anywhere other than local but the coast, the mountains and the loch were our school holidays playground.Whereabouts on the west coast? I spent a glorious couple of weeks in the Gairloch/Ullapool areas one summer. I especially enjoyed the Inverewe Garden. It might have been the only pleasant two weeks in the area that year for all I know, but it was great.
Looks more like a black swan.What makes me think what were looking at is a Cormorant? They do have that Knape on their black necks.
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I once walked from Fort William to Mallaig by diverting along the West Highland Way route, and walked alongside the edge of Loch Morar. Camped near the shoreline overnight - the only thing I came across was a dead Ram caught inside a wire cage that someone had placed right across the trackway. Told the locals when I reached Mallaig and they passed it on so-say to whoever owned it.I was born in Morar next door to Mallaig which is further down from from Ullapool. Due to no school places being available in Mallaig or Fort William I spent term time with my Aunt and Uncle in London and went to school there, and school holiday time back home. Being a poor family we never really went anywhere other than local but the coast, the mountains and the loch were our school holidays playground.
There were loads of stories about the Loch Morar monster and other local legends but neither myself or my friends ever saw anything and my dad always said it was hogwash.
I walked/camped the West Highlands way starting from Inverherive to Fort William. It was a stunning walk.I once walked from Fort William to Mallaig by diverting along the West Highland Way route, and walked alongside the edge of Loch Morar. Camped near the shoreline overnight - the only thing I came across was a dead Ram caught inside a wire cage that someone had placed right across the trackway. Told the locals when I reached Mallaig and they passed it on so-say to whoever owned it.
I've just looked for it on Google Map, and it seems it's no longer there. My hike was back in around the '70's.I walked/camped the West Highlands way starting from Inverherive to Fort William. It was a stunning walk.
A ram caught in a wire cage? That's an odd one. Please tell more.
When I was young in the early and mid 60's the West Coast was a place of hardly any tourism and mysteries and mysticism was rife as the people around where I lived, especially old and older people, were very superstitious. Picture old men in an old pub in the middle of no where in a howling gale sitting with both hands on the tops of their canes, half drunk pints in front of them, saying 'Aye laddie, you may laugh, but I tell ye...... '. I sometimes wonder if that's how the fabled Loch Ness Monster came about but another part of me says it just maybe true.
I spent a long afternoon at Foyers watching the boats passing and what the wakes do. With such a large body of water channelled, they don’t just dissipate like you’d see at sea. They create all sorts of patterns long after the boats have passed.