An extra baby blog because this morning we have just watched an otter eat its breakfast no more than 20 feet from us. We were lounging in bed, drinking coffee, deciding what to do with the day, when the lady who looks after the holiday house texted to say that the otter was around. We leapt from bed and ran, (yes, I ran) down to the loch side. Couldn’t see him at first, but could here a crunching sound. Didn’t realise what that was until we scanned the seaweed to find him nestled in the seaweed, munching. Nestled is not the right word, he was a large beastie, much bigger than I expected. Also had been mistaking seals for otters all week, but they are unmistakable when they swim because their bottoms stick out behind them, so it’s a double bump. We watched him open-mouthed, not too wide because there were half a ton of midges about the place, until he disappeared under the road. Mike thinks there’s a small burn that comes down there. What a privilege, what a treat!
Oh, yes, and last night we saw a white tailed eagle. Absolutely and utterly wonderful. We are slowly beginning to breathe again. Tonight I will begin a rewrite of book three, while Mike watches the football, though Cornwall and Scotland are different worlds!
