Views

One of the reasons we lasted such a short time living in Suffolk was that I missed the spectacular views of the Highlands and, while Golspie does not match the views we had from our homes in Kilchoan, it was still has better than anything we found 'down south'.

It takes but twenty minutes to walk from our house to the point where I have this view, with Loch Fleet in the middle distance, and...,

....a few minutes further to be able to enjoy this. Both, however, are blemished, the upper picture by the power lines which, if you look carefully, run from right to left across the loch, the lower by two large pylons.

The impingement of pylons marching across our landscape isn't the only blemish on our views. To me, a view includes what might be called the 'aural' view, for the silence of the Highlands local to Golspie is spoiled by the sound of traffic on the A9 and the 'blah! blah! blah!' of heavy plant backing on the building sites.

So I walked up to my blemished view this morning and sat on a rock determined to enjoy it. In our Kilchoan days, when we were much younger and fitter, we could walk to numerous points on the peninsula where, other than the sounds of Nature, there was that precious commodity, utter silence.

No doubt, even if we had stayed in Kilchoan, we wouldn't have been fit enough to walk to some of the remote silent spots. Age gets us, age limits us, however hard we try to run away from it.

To The Beach

Faced with the prospect of a beautiful day today after yesterday's damp misery, we decided to see how we got on taking the buggy to the nearest beach, which is at the southern end of Golspie village. Since there are two of us and only one buggy, we took turns walking, which left us with plenty of energy to stretch our legs along the beach where.....

....we met many old friends from previous walks along these sands. As before, there were precious few of them, a family of six oystercatchers, a couple of gulls..., 

....a raft of upward of a hundred eider just offshore and, overhead....

....skein after skein of pink-footed geese.

We were joined on the beach by a dozen or so humans, five dogs and, just offshore....

....one of the skiffs from the Golspie Rowing Club.

As our walk came to an end we met a pied wagtail which, I would have thought, should have been heading south of here some time ago.

So we now know that we can get ourselves to the nearest beach in about twenty minutes. The next challenge is to see how long it takes to reach our favourite beach at Littleferry while leaving us enough energy to enjoy a walk there and get safely home.

Small Bird News

Over recent weeks the garden - both back and front - has been conspicuously lacking in its 'normal' contingent of small birds. This blackbird was one of only a few we've seen, and this shortage has included....

....recently common species such as chaffinches, house sparrows, dunnocks and robins, as well as less common species such a greenfinches.

The only exceptions have been the goldfinches which were absentees while the thistle seeds were available around the fields, and the tits - great, blue and coal. The goldfinches have been feeding off the sunflower kernels we put out while the tits have concentrated on the peanuts. 

Some species have been absent almost all summer, in particular the siskins which are normally to be seen feeding with the goldfinches.

We put this absenteeism down to there being plenty of food in the surrounding fields and woods, so they should be back feeding shortly. We sincerely hope so, anyway.

The Performance

We walked through the woods this morning on what promises to be a perfect autumn day, with the last of the leaves clinging to the trees after the recent high winds.

However, today was made extra special by a performance by a red squirrel which...,

...after spotting us while on the ground, made a hasty retreat up a convenient tree, looked coyly back at us, and then....

....really began to show off, starting with its left profile view, presumably is best side, then....

....an upside-down position to show off its very smart tail, followed by....

....a hug-from-below position - "Look how daring I am!" - and ending with a....

...."Well, how did I do?"

Needless to say we clapped enthusiastically.

Oranges

Maybe it was this morning's spectacular sunrise, or maybe it was....

....the equally spectacular colours of some of our last remaining marigolds, or maybe it was today's bright sunshine and 14C temperature, or maybe  it was something completely different which caused....

....one of the 'red' admirals to emerge from what should, according to this earlier post, have been its winter hibernation to flaunt its glorious orange colour.

Bovril

I have just returned from a brisk two-mile walk along tracks through the Bheinn Bhraggie forestry. Considering that the current weather is part of a storm, the prevalence of sunshine over cloud, and a cheerful south-westerly breeze which at times makes the effort to produce gusts which verge on gale force, provided some pleasant exercise, particularly in anticipation of a steaming mug of best British Bovril on my return home.

Much as I love Bovril on a winter's day, it does bring back some unhappy memories. Of the four 'home' sea passages the family made between 1945 and 1952, the ice cream which was served on deck at 11am ceased as we reached the Bay of Biscay and was replaced by Bovril - which, at that age, I didn't really like, and which was a very, very poor substitute for the ship's excellent ice cream.

I only actually remember the Bovril being served on the Durban Castle, on which we sailed 'home' in 1952, taking the passage the 'long way' round the Cape of Good Hope.

That Bovril was also served to me at my prep school brings back unhappy memories. As a boy from abroad whose parents, in those days, could only be contacted in a dire emergency, the school staff gave me some special treatment in that I wasn't served the revolting lukewarm, brown liquid they called tea but, to the envy of my fellow students, a steaming mug of Bovril. This exceptional treatment also extended to two pills, a Haliborange and a fish oil, one of each to be taken every day.

There is one other thing I like about Bovril - it is unapologetic in its assertion that it is made from beef

The First Storm of the Winter

Storm Austen missed us but Storm Boelo made up for it by hitting the northeast coast of Scotland hard, closing the A9 in several places, taking out the power supply to tens of thousands of households, and gusting at times to over 60mph. We spent most of the day hoping against hope that we, in our modern, all-electric house, would not lose our supply, knowing that we wouldn't last long if we did.

Our daughter, who has a croft towards Dornoch, lost her power in the early afternoon, but she's well-prepared, with battery storage for electricity, a log stove which does things like boil the kettle, and a Starlink connection which doesn't go down with the electricity. So she can survive quite well for a few days, her electricity board telling her that she won't get her supply back until Tuesday evening.

Yet, despite some fierce gusts during the daylight hours yesterday, walking down to the village this morning there was little sign of damage, the only evidence of the storm that I could find being a couple of trees in the forestry, above, which had come down but been quickly cut up and removed by the Estate.

So last week saw our first ground frost of the year on Monday, and the first storm of the year on Sunday; and we had another glorious red sunrise, which forecasts yet another lively weather day to come.