Every year, despite my warnings, Mrs MW insists on growing sunflowers. The variety she plants grow a good eight foot tall and take all summer to mature enough to form their extravagant flowers which, in the fading days of autumn, are a cheerful reminder of summer's sun, but also....
....an immediate target for the first westerlies.
The local version of the westerlies isn't the warm, wet one we became accustomed to on the west coast. Here, travelling across the Highlands these winds seems to pick up the cold of the high hills so by the time they reach the east coast they're bitingly bitter so....
....for our daily walk we tend to take advantage of the shelter of the local forestry, walking along the coast track and watching out for any interesting sea birds.
Today the cormorants obliged. There were more of them than usual resting on the rocks off Dunrobin, several of which, like the one on the left, were juveniles.
We came back through the woods where there was a pleasing selection of fungi to keep me amused, but the highlight of the walk was when....
....Mrs MW spotted a passing dragonfly. This one is late in the season to be on the wing and, usually, these large hawkers are the devils to photograph because they rarely perch, but this one did, sadly some ten metres up in a tree, which makes identification very difficult. At a guess, it's a female common hawker.
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