These days it is the small things which often bring the greatest pleasure, like this morning's sunrise which splashed bold colours across the sky over the Moray Firth, or....
....the three red kites, two adults with a squawking juvenile in pursuit, which flew over the track I was following a few minutes before....
....a long skein of pink-footed geese passed noisily overhead, heading north to their daytime feeding grounds.
Then there was the deep pleasure of standing, listening to the silence against which a yellowhammer sang from his vantage point on top of a gorse bush - particularly good as I've not seen a yellowhammer in several weeks - and...
....the sight of several wild raspberry bushes bursting in to full flower, as confused by the seasons as the strawberries in our vegetable garden; and....
....it's always good to see a ship anchored out in the Firth, even if it is the
Gaasborg, a Danish vessel which we saw here quite recently sheltering from a gale - though there's no gale here today to spoil the peace.
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