Cuckoo Count and That Thrilling Rescue!

On Saturday I heard a total of four cuckoos (presuming it was not the same one following me about Scotland!)
First at Rowardennan, then Loch Chon (site of the thrilling bog rescue, which I will come to soon), Strone Hill (A85 near Dalmally), and finally in the woods by Ardmenish burn (see pic) on Jura. If you have any idea of the geography you will see from this what a circuitous route I took from Loch Lomond to Jura! Worth it to see such gorgeous landscapes. Short stop at tea shop (The Wee Blether) at Kinlochard where I had my first taste of clootie dumpling. Yum.

And so to the thrilling bog rescue. Am I in danger of overstating things? Never! I set off from the YH on saturday am without looking at the map (unusual for me), but knowing I needed to turn left at Aberfoyle. Did so, but realised after some miles that I might have taken the wrong left turn. Decided to stop and consult map, so drove into a car park at Loch Chon (Chan?). As I was rummaging in the glove compartment (which necessitated the removal of the electric cool box, cat litter tray and spare seats for Molly the Jura landrover) a lad came running out of the woods shouting "Have you got a tow rope?". He had driven his car into a bog trying to reach the tents where he and three friends were staying. I did not have a tow rope, and would have struggled to get one out of such a laden car anyway. How frustrating, to have the power to pull someone out, but no way of connecting! [With my lay preacher hat on I can feel a sermon illustration coming on] I said that I would go and try to find a tow rope and come back - bear in mind that we are 15 miles from a town here. I toddled off and found a fisherman a mile or so away. He did not seem remotely surprised to have a pink haired woman leap from a landrover and ask for a rope! What is more, he had one, AND was willing to lend it to me. I returned to the lads (who had seen another car flee from the car park when they approached - "Maybe they thought we were going to kill them" they said) We attached the rope, engaged low range and heave ho, one Honda Civic out of bog and back on the track. Yippee!! I had never done this before and was SO proud of success. I love our landy! Mental note to acquire own tow rope having returned (slightly muddy) one to owner.
Thinks, my 'wrong' turning meant that I was in the right (isolated) place to help someone, and found someone willing to lend a rope to a stranger. God is very good!