Muddy green and grey are the colours of late January, the deepest depths of winter. The wind has been a persistent east-southeasterly for more days than I can remember, bringing grey clouds and creating breakers which crash on to the Golspie shore, pick up the dwindling sand along the beaches, and move it offshore to build sand-bars parallel to the coast.
I went for a walk up into the forestry this morning and came home after an hour without taking a single photograph - which must be a record; and there's little hope of anything changing until the latter part of next week, though there are signs that....
....one or two things may begin to happen soon, for the catkins are out.
Meanwhile the pink-footed geese are still feeding in the farmer's fields down by the railway, and....
....our precious snow-strawberries in the raised bed are just waiting for a bit of sunshine to ripen them.
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