Driving down to the south of Mull on our second tour to the western Isle this spring the mist was hanging over the peaks. The mountains surrounded us. We were driving through a cauldron of rock and scree that rose imposingly from the undulating valley bottom. It was just after the second time of asking my guests to keep an eye open for raptors that the shout went up.
I pulled in and immediately saw two large birds of prey. It didn’t take long to put a label on them as our second and third Golden Eagles of the trip. We were delighted when one bird started to sky dive and display to the other. Impressive birds these; the kings of raptors. We spent a good ten minutes watching the birds before the rosettes of Common Butterwort that surrounded us took our attention and the birds disappeared behind distant crags.
Letter From Norfolk 