Today, unrelenting drizzle. Well, not completely unrelenting- for a while, it turned to sleet. But now, it's back to drizzle.
However, out for my morning walk, before the Sun was up, had a marvelous encounter. Walking alongside the River Tweed, saw some commotion in the water, near the bank. One, no two, no three otters. Two came out of the water and started gambolling on the bank, while third watched from the river. I was very close, maybe 10 or 12 yards away so I walked on, didn't want to spook them. When I paused another hundred yards on and looked back, I couldn't see them, after all it was still only half light, but I heard them. A succession of little squeaks and calls - a first for me, never heard otter vocalisations before.
I see otters at random intervals on my morning walks. Last saw one about three weeks ago. Might see one tomorrow, or maybe a few weeks, or it might even be months.