‘Back again, Mr McDonald?’ said the Laird of Glen Vorlich Estate.
‘I am that, Hughie,’ said Mr McDonald.
The Laird stroked his rambling, red beard. The dawn breeze buffeted his kilt. A piercing whistle saw a black and white Collie spring suddenly to his side. He nodded and smiled a gentle smile before man and dog turned and disappeared once more into the lochside mists.
Mr McDonald focused his eyes back upon the waters of Loch Corran. The heavy grey clouds rolling down from Ben Machar looked ominous. Droplets of heather-scented rain began to run down his cheeks.
He wasn’t leaving though – not until he had a photo. Only then would they believe him.
These words form my entry into this week’s Friday Fictioneers photo prompt challenge.