Seeking a change from damp soggy old Stirlingshire, I decided to visit the land of clotted cream and scrumpy.
Yes, Clackmannanshire. (note to self - check this before publishing)
And, as eny fule kno, Clackmannanshire's major river is the Devon.
So I spent the morning squelching around the Muckhart/Crook of Devon/Rumbling Bridge area. The cloud was right down and it drizzled steadily most of the time - not conditions for the high quality photography for which the blog is renowned.
Here's the Devon
and here's a bridge
and here's another bridge
And that's about it, really. It was depressingly wet underfoot. Despite being on paths or tracks, the mud was calf deep in places.
Henry McCullough seems to be critically ill at the moment. Hang in there, fella.