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Somebody call National Geographic

Today we went to Dores, a village on the south shore of Loch Ness. The premise was to go for a walk but we both knew it was really about getting a scone from the Dores Inn. Gareth went on a wee bike ride to Dores last November and stopped at the Dores Inn for a chocolate chip scone and has been going on about its tastiness ever since. Gareth never goes on about carbohydrates that are not beer, so I knew it must be special.

So we walked for half an hour, icy wind numbing our faces, until the token effort had been made. We headed to the pub, only to be thwarted by approximately 475 people crammed inside… nae room at the inn. If I was going to eat a scone I wanted to really savour it and unlike a sheep on a neep, I can’t just plonk down in a crowd and enjoy my food.

But at least we saw some surfing ducks by the shore of Loch Ness. The wind had whipped up some waves and the ducks were riding them, over and over. Don’t come for the Monster, people… it’s all about the ducks. Now brace yourself for dazzling cinematography…

Yesterday I went Sheep on Neep stalking, as requested by Vickie in the comments of the last post. I hid in some bushes by the side of the road, trying to catch them with the shitty built-in zoom of my ye olde camera.

I love the guy on the left here kneeling down to get closer to the goods.

More sheep on neeps

I was a good 20 metres from them and hidden by branches but they still managed to stare eerily at me, then run away. I don’t like people watching me eat either, to be fair.

More sheep on neeps

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22 thoughts on “Somebody call National Geographic

  1. Prey species–they take predator detection VERY seriously. I read an elk study that included tracking elk pulse rates at Yellowstone NP. When it saw people who were about 200 yards away (WAY off), just SAW the people, although it didn’t move, so people assumed their presence had no effect on the animal, its pulse doubled. DOUBLED. It’s no joke to them. =)

    Nice shot, tho’, beautiful animals. Their horns give them more elegance and substance than ours seem to have. And nice ducky roller coaster–looks totally fun. And IS, tho’ my bobbing up & down in the waves was done in San Diego in the summer. k-gotta go, cat is starting to “help” me type… =)

  2. I would have gone for takeaway scone – though I know even in a crowded pub it can be hard just to make any sort of order – not my sort of place – and if it is this crowded in winter (unless all the other pubs nearby only open in summer) what is it like in summer ? Surfing cuck – they are probably just riding the swell from nessie rolling over 🙂

    1. Nessie rolling over, hehe!

      I think it was busy because it was sunny (and a sultry 5’C) so every man and his dog must’ve thought, TO THE PUB! It was crazy times.

      And YES you are so right, what’s it going to be like in summer with all the tourists? Will have to get there early with elbows out for scone action!

  3. Love the post and the surfing ducks! Also loving the Sheep……how clever of you to hide behind branches. I’m picturing it

    Your posts make my day Shauna!

    Hugs,
    Lori

    1. Definitely turnips. They get big ’round here! 🙂

      You can see their nobby neep-ness better here. Sheep must have some serious gnashers!

      Neeps

  4. I love the look those sheep are giving you. They are intense. And too bad about the scone. I’m sure there’ll come an opportunity for you to enjoy one in peace and tranquility.

    Anyway, as to the size of the neeps, the first time I cooked for a Burns Supper, I was told by a fellow American-Woman-Married-To-A-Scot that what they call neeps, or turnips, is actually what we call rutabagas, which are much larger than what I think of as turnips. Rutabagas are also called swedes, apparently. Anyway, this Google search results page even has pictures to compare.

    1. Ah, it all makes sense to me now!

      The only time I ever bought a rutabaga was to do one of those grade-school science things with it — the kind where you put it in water and wait for it to sprout. They don’t look edible.

      Our turnips are tiny little buggers. Maybe the size of a ping-pong ball or at most, a baseball.

  5. This was a dazzling two-parter, Shauna. Just when I couldn’t have been more excited about the original picture of sheep munching on turnips, I learn that there is a sequel!

  6. Aww they’re so cute!! Are they wild or do the sheep belong to someone? Also those are possibly the most massive turnips I’ve ever seen. Good lord!

  7. Thanks for more cute Scottish wildlife pics and vids. I don’t how to make this a link, but if you want to see some seriously surfing waterfowl, check out this video. Black swans are the native bird of my native West Aussie, but these ones were on a surfing holiday in Qld!

  8. Love the ducks. Scottish sheep are so beautiful. When I type your blog name in to see what you’ve been up, to the predictor comes up with Shaun the sheep. Always makes me smile.

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