Found this drystone bridge in Gleann Saobhail above Tayvallich. Long boulders have been lowered from each bank onto a drystone buttress built midstream. Just crossing it is an act of derring-do. The picture below shows one half.
There is an old clachan nearby. We could see the ruined gables of the houses across the glen but didn't visit as we were bound for the loch and a spot of fishing. Further up, at the loch, the sides of the glen were steep with thin woodland of birch and hazel on slopes strewn with boulders and crags. A golden eagle hunted the slope beside us, gliding down the glen in wide circles. Apparently golden eagles reacted aggressively to aircraft in the early days of flying. There are stories of eagles ripping into the fuselage of the first delicate planes. So much so that the French military considered training them, while the British issued instructions to their pilots on how to deal with it. Did these eagles realise that they were about to lose their pre-eminence and attack the planes in a fit of jealousy? I doubt it, but I like the idea. Back at the loch, we caught nothing but didn't care. We had a campsite with a view of Jura and a ceilidh by the fire to look forward to.
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