At about mid-tide, a small, dark spit extends out from the sands of the Littleferry beach. Beyond it lies the entrance to Loch Fleet. The spit's dark colour comes from it being composed of cobbles of stone, much covered by algae. It's a favourite haunt of waders....
....particularly turnstones, but when we were walking along the beach yesterday it was also playing host to....
....redshanks, ringed plovers and sanderling.
Not that they were going to be able to stay there for long as the tide, pushed on by a stiff wind, was....
....rising rapidly, causing rough conditions in the restricted mouth of the loch. Surprisingly, masses of eider were fighting the waves created by the incoming current. It was almost as if....
....they enjoyed the challenge, the excitement of it.
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