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30-Mar-2011 -- A windswept day in the Bleak Flow Country - the worlds largest expanse of blanket bog and now partly saved from the worst sort of {tax-break-for-the-wealthy} monoculture forestry by the RSPB as Forsinard Flows Bird Reserve. In March it is bleak - I was the only visitor, the waymarked "dry feet" trail had sunk into the icy bog (specific gravity of stone 2.7, bog ca. 1.05, you do the math) and there were no birds to be seen - but there was the anticipation of an evening confluence hunting to warm my enthusiasm.

There is little I can add to that which previous visitors have written - the new house is still under construction, I assume that the Wee Mannie is still on top of his hill but apparently no longer alone as new roads and signs suggest he will soon to be joined by lots of windmills.

For future confluence hunters - there is no need to cross the big deer proof fence - you can skirt around to get to the magic point. There were more birds to be seen from the confluence point than in the RSPB nature reserve - something to do with being in a nice sheltered valley I think.