On account of a late night dram at the Benleva Hotel with Joe, one of the bartenders from Fiddler’s, we had a wee bit of a sleep in. And it was lovely. But after a quick breakfast (still considered breakfast if you’re on Newfoundland time), we headed off in search of Nessie Hunter Steve Feltham in Dores. But fi rst, Highland cows. So up into the Highlands above the village of Dores we went, trying to locate a spot that Ronnie had told us about the day before.
It was a beautiful, sunny day and though we were constantly fl anked by sheep and goats along the winding country road there were no cows in sight. This is probably a good time to mention that some of the roads around the loch (and up in the Highlands) are of the single tract variety. Meaning, you have to stop at ‘passing places’ to let oncoming traffi c by and avoid the always messy head-on collision.
So there we were, faced with an approaching car, and no passing places in sight. Being the polite Canadians we are, Michele decided to pull off to the side of the road into a meadow. Make that a meadow ditch.
The best thing about driving around parts unknown with two photographers is that even when shit hits the fan, their fi rst (and simultaneous) response is, “Quick, get the camera!”