Fishing without success in The White Loch and Stalking stalking to the north of the Broubster Estate again, spying Chris and two clients stalking around the boundary fence.
Into Thurso on the way back for a fine take-away meal of fish and chips which made a welcome change from the formality and expense of the hotel dining room.
I did not get up early but lay in again and then tried more fishing at The White Loch, casting wet fly along the shore but catching nothing. A better day with sun, little wind and warmer air. I drove over to Sutherlands in the early afternoon and was very disappointed to find that the replacement gearbox had not arrived after two days. I wondered whether it would ever come as I drove back to the hotel. A long phone call with Diana as I sought sympathy and caught up with the news from home. My cough and cold had been making a come-back, I felt very tired and I was not intending to go out. However, the weather being so pleasant for a change and the reports of rain spreading from England meant that I could not stay in this evening.
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I went stalking to the north of the Broubster Estate again, this time approaching the spying hill from the south-west as the breeze was back from the east again. On mounting the hill and surveying the terrain, I was surprised to see. I watched them away and was amused to see Chris climb the lean-too shed and then the roof of an empty stone cottage to end up spying the surrounding land leaning against the chimney! I left a note for him on the gate when I was through. For my part, I waited and spied another barking doe in the trees below the hill; but no luck. Into Thurso on the way back for a fine take-away meal of fish and chips which made a welcome change from the formality and expense of the hotel dining room.