Lonely Littleferry

We drove to Littleferry this morning, mostly to have a walk but also to give the car a run after several days of icy weather. We started by walking along the eastern shores of Loch Fleet, through the forestry, which was not a pleasant experience as the northwesterly wind, which had brought snow last night to the higher hills around Golspie, was searchingly cold. We did, however, drop in to commiserate with....

....the tree-hugging man whom some kind soul had cheered up with a length of tinsel - see earlier post here.

Dismal weather like this does have the advantage that it keeps all but the hardier souls indoors so we had the forestry, the village and the views of the loch almost to ourselves, the main exception being a couple of young women on mountain bikes who shot past us with a cheerful greeting.

The beach was even lonelier, for we saw no-one along it. This picture looks across the mouth of Loch Fleet to the sand bar which is one of the favourite roosts of the local cormorants. More difficult to see are two groups of oystercatchers, to right and left of the cormorants. Of the flocks of eider, geese, dunlin and other waders there was no sign except.... 

.....on the beach on the Littleferry side where a pair of busy little sanderlings ran ahead of us along the high-tide mark.