The temperature was 2C at nine this morning and, with a stiff northeasterly blowing, it felt like winter as we set out along Golspie beach, its miles of sands occupied by a single human. From the footprints radiating out from the ramp leading down to the beach only five people had ventured onto the beach this morning, along with dogs and....
....an otter. Judging by the freshness of its prints it can't have been on the beach too long before us so we cling to the hope that, one day, we'll see one here.
I wanted to check the quarry on the golf course which the club's maintenance team use for bunker sand to see if the sand martins which dig nests into the steep face at the back of it have arrived yet. They are due from March onwards but, if they have any sense, will have delayed their return from North Africa to allow this place to warm up a bit. Disappointingly, there was no sign of them but, as we returned to the beach....
....a mass of what looked like swallows or martins were swooping low over the sand. Oddly, it turned out to be a mixture, the blacker ones being swallows while....
....the browner ones - an example is at left foreground - are sand martins. Welcome back!
The temperature was 2C at nine this morning and, with a stiff northeasterly blowing, it felt like winter as we set out along Golspie beach, its miles of sands occupied by a single human. From the footprints radiating out from the ramp leading down to the beach only five people had ventured onto the beach this morning, along with dogs and....
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