Hares, Herring Gulls and Historic Jets in the Highlands

Monday 26^th July was a foggy morning. At least it was when I left home at ten minutes past five to drive to, of all places, Luton. As you might expect at that time of day, it was very quiet on the roads. The only other living creature I saw was a hare crossing in front of me who looked rather surprised to find a car out and about so early on a summer’s …