Standby.

F went off with a backpack and her walking boots on. I didn't want to go and she didn't argue.

I'm not letting her put any of her photos in here today. They would only be of rocks or water anyway.

Mr B said we were on rescue standby; whatever that is.

We saw a packmule train go past. The last one was ringing a bell and I bet it got tired of that sound.  They had just come down a mountain and got loaded into a horse trailer when they reached the village. Later in the day a new mule turned up in the horse trailer and headed back up the mountain with its load balanced in two crates; different mule same bloke walking with it

We saw a red squirrel. It looked brown to me, but Mr B said you can tell its red because it has pointy ears. I fail to follow the logic in that but confirm that it did indeed have pointy ears with tufts of fur sticking up.

Like the beech marten, it was too quick for my human amateur wildlife 'snappers'.

Our find for the day was a discarded map of the area we are touring in.

It shows the 'curated' walking trails.  We proudly presented it to F when she came back. She should have had something like this when planning this holiday.  We are leaving tomorrow so its possibly no use to us now, but it has alternative uses. I sat on it as soon as she opened it out - waterproof, rip proof (I'll see about that), plastic. I suppose it could be a table cloth.

F returned after a few hours with a skinned knee, a cut in her hand, and her metal water bottle all dinged up. Apparently she 'ran aground' somewhere. She immediately ate half a jar of marmalade and that seemed to make everything better.

Seen growing around here....

There is some kind of drink that humans flavour with these that apparently also makes everything better.

I don't want to know....