On Highland water again, this time lower down amongst the majestic stands of Great Huntley Bank. That small narrow stream I walked along a few days back has grown into a proper water course and in a couple of miles will become a river. The forest streams have hardly run high at all this winter and already plenty of gravel banks are exposed. I hope this wont bear ill for the forest, these last few years have the forest swing between extremes of wet and extremes of dry; extremes are never good, they lead damage of one sort or another. Still, to dwell too much on what could be is never good and today a gentle sun shone through the stands as all nature stirs with springs whisper; it's time to wake up.
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