Maybe Friday is washing day in Golspie, or maybe it's just the long, slow, frothy tumble of the waves coming in to the sandy beach, but suds covered the foreshore in front of today's rising tide. Sadly, the tide also brought in and deposited....
....a fully biodegradable dead guillemot, the first of what will probably be many dead birds this winter.
Golspie's beaches are remarkably clean of human rubbish, to the extent that a single errant Walkers crisp bag not only sticks out but is irritating. Why are we so careless with our litter? Or, perhaps more practically, why don't we ensure that things, like this, which are very likely to be so carelessly cast aside, aren't as fully biodegradable as a guillemot? And, incidentally.... what on earth is the connection between a pretty girl, snowflakes, prawn cocktail and a competition?
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