....from the bedroom's front window we watched CalMac's Clansman coming up the Sound of Mull with a bone in her teeth.
With hardly a breath of wind it was a perfect morning for....
....a gentle wander along the coast below the house, a couple of hours spent as much sitting on sundry rocks as anything else, sitting and watching what came by, which included....
....a pair of greylag geese and....
....half a dozen chattering oystercatchers, of which these were two.
Three great northern divers were patrolling offshore, well spaced-out along the coast. They were obviously very aware that they were being watched and therefore unwilling to close the shore. Several times they called, a haunting sound which makes the American name 'loon' seem much more appropriate.
The thrift is coming into flower all along the coast, and some of the tussocks seem even closer to the high-tide mark than usual, perhaps encouraged by a winter which has lacked the usual series of storms.
It's a great time of year because, each time we walk along this coast, something new has appeared. This morning, just behind the high-tide mark but on better soil than the thrift, it was the delicate flowers of common scurvy-grass.
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