Sweet relief
THE Scottish drought persisted until late July—up the glen here, the heatwave broke spectacularly on the 27th, when a barrage of hailstones the size of carp boilies devastated the noble ranks of Mrs Reel Life’s ‘Buff Beauty’ roses. Until then, many of the Highland rivers had been on their knees.
En route to the Laxford in June, I made my customary stop at the Shin, where in 15 minutes I counted some 28 salmon attempting to take the mighty Falls. That seemed auspicious, as did the sight of the burn when I reached the Lodge—it was roaring down and tossing its tawny mane.
