The air has a chill to it, the waters of Loch Fleet are as grey as the sky, but the brittle stillness is broken by the arrival of the first....
....geese of the oncoming winter, a hundred or so greylags falling out of the sky to stretch and gossip on waters suddenly ruffled by a light breeze.
On the beach we meet others who will be our companions through the winter: sanderlings are one of our favourites, small groups of busy little waders running up and down with the waves, while....
....flights of ringed plovers skim the choppy waters at the entrance to the loch, the narrow channel stirred up by the fast-rising tide.
Below them Loch Fleet's seals patrol, the prospect of a meal exciting black-headed gulls and a few lingering sandwich terns.
Inquisitive beasts the seals, not afraid of coming close in to the beach to inspect us perhaps because....
....there's little else moving on the beach to interest them: other than one other couple, we were the only humans out for a Sunday morning stroll.
The air has a chill to it, the waters of Loch Fleet are as grey as the sky, but the brittle stillness is broken by the arrival of the first....
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