Sunday on Eildon I was supporting an Endurance Rider. Suddenly, my space was encroached on by half a dozen naked ramblers. They were saggy and corpulent but had that rapt expression a vegan adopts as they prepare to share their lifestyle choice with you. I told them I didn't mind what they did as long as they didn't frighten the horses. It's a line I've always wanted to deliver, but they took it seriously and assured me the horses had nothing to fear from their wobbly bits (I paraphrase.)
I didn't feel like taking a picture, both from a respect for privacy and for aesthetic considerations. My riders came into view at that point so I took a snap of them. What this does not catch is the girlish laughter echoing across the lochan.
Incidentally, I've tended to wonder why the lochan doesn't appear on the OS. Evidently, it's a new creation, ten years ago it was but a puddle.