This is an old picture. Taken at least 30 years ago. I’m not sure if they allow such shenanigans these days. Firing shotguns beside a tourist attraction busy with tourists – hmmm!
I wandered down the path below the monument to the shore of Loch Shiel and walked along the water’s edge and as I passed in front of the shooters I was astonished to hear the sound of the shot from their cartridges falling into the bushes and low-lying heather beside me, a soft hiss of lead.
‘September When it Comes’: If you’ve not heard Rosanne Cash singing this duet with her father, Johnny Cash, give it a go. It is touching and beautiful. And, strangely predictive, for Johnny died in September. Their voices are a glorious pairing, but it’s Johnny’s central solo that will make the hairs stand on your neck. His voice is fragile and wistful, but absolutely charged with emotion. One of my all-time favourite tracks.