There's a track near us that runs along the side of Loch Sween called 'Glean a Gealbhan' pronounced 'Gleneealavan'.  It's easy walking, ducking under branches, and there's not often anyone else there so the dogs can roam free.  Over the years I have walked along here dozens and dozens of times with different dogs.  It's a great spot for gathering rowan berries.  It's also, for some reason, where I write storis in my head!  The plot for 'my novel' and it's follow up came to me when I was walking along here. 

With the loch to one side of the path on the other is  steeply sloping hillside, the trees grow tall and straight, towering over the path, bracket fungus and Old Mans Beard lichen adorn trunks and branches. 

​Waterfall of rocks, moss covered and topped with rushes and bilberry bushes.  The path is edged with the swirl and curl of ferns, alongside Argyll’s yellow flags, wild iris, sharp yellow amongst the emerald greens.

​Grasses have put on their firework display of seed heads, knee high & starred by umbellifer.

At the far end the path opens to a small clearing with access to the shore - for dogs anyway - although the way back up was a bit steeper than someone thought!