Although it wasn't clear when the day began, it was to be a wonderful weather day which meant that parking the car at Glen Brittle and finding the trail to the Fairy Pools was a wonderful activity though we started down the path worrying that it was too slippery and too steep though there were enticing waterfalls along the way and nice views into the distance as we came to the stream that would define our journey and though ti looked like not much, it gave rise to our first pool of water where the color and clarity were to be seen and the waterfalls were growing in height and power as we admired the purple flowers and again looked forward as the pools became more colorful and the rock formations more impressive and so it was rocks, waterfalls and pools for a while

with an occasional break for flowers and different angles as we looked down this waterfall and saw this wonderful pool and continued on with the marvelous scenery

stopping to notice that the sky had cooperated as Suzanne paused to pose for this picture before we hit the next waterfall and pools

as we marched on along the path and the scenery kept getting better as Suzanne noted and as we marched on the parking lot was always visible if increasingly far away and so on we went through the scenery with the quadruple waterfall and the stream it produced and the hills ahead which were becoming more 3 dimensional even as the clouds rolled in to them and so it was streams, hills, waterfalls, pools

before we took these self portraits and then noted the rocks on the hill to our side, wondering where the color variation came from and then we were back to the scenery in front of us as we came across these bathers in water that must have been quite cold and proceeded on to the next bathers always admiring the pools and the surrounding forests as we looked downstream and upstream and saw the waterfall and watched others make their way through the rocks and by the waterfall from top and side before we tried to take a self portrait with the waterfalls behind which involved much experimentation and little success.

before we came to the place where you needed to balance on rocks to cross the stream, a challenging moment and proceeded up the hill to the trail head where we took this self portrait.

Back at our room, we were greeted with the evening's dinner menu and then strolled the grounds down to our local beach of rocks even at the water's edge and with land across the way as Suzanne gathered shells and I looked out into the distance before we climbed off the beach and admired some of our finds and in memories of previous walks, the ferns and flowers before Suzanne posed on the beach and I pondered the difference between the black and lighter rocks (is that the tide level?) and we took pictures of the ever elusive purple flowers that had brought us here (or, their cousins did) and the Kinloch Lodge life preserver as we headed back towards the lodge and recorded some of the flowers along the way and the flowers in the garden ahead of the main building and the building where we stayed and the setting that we had enjoyed before I recorded a few flowers by our building and we rested before dinner.

And once again, dinner did not disappoint starting with Suzanne's Pims with fruit and my beer and moving on to the canapes and the soup course and Suzanne's wine through which I tried to take artistic photos and the bread and my heather ale and then the next courses for each of us

followed by our main courses which were well presented and gave way to dessert and the petit fours that ended the meal.