It’s blue sky all the way here in Campbeltown.

And it’s time for our usual Saturday walk. About to go for a wander around Lussa Loch. For a change. It’s where I saw my first Osprey a few years ago, later finding out they were actually nesting there. They won’t be back yet though. Ospreys fly over to Africa for the winter to do their fishing, and come here to breed in the spring.

And I imagine that’s a routine that they have followed for many thousands of years. We’ve not been doing our Saturday walks that long, but the usual routine involves a walk up and along the forest tracks of Ben Ghuilean. Routine is the bread and butter of life. For us as well as for the Ospreys.

So what about when the routine gets broken? For whatever reason. All creatures, great and small, need to be flexible. To adapt. To start again, and find a new way to do things. It’s how our ancestors survived and it’s why we are all still here to tell the tale.

And one thing is certain. The routine will break at some point.

So we train our adjusting muscles by trying new things before new things are thrust upon us. Which they always will be. And then, when the moment comes, we Just Adjust.