Mrs MW and I sat together on the bench by Dunrobin Castle this morning looking out to sea and enduring a thin drizzle. The same birds were on the rock peninsula as I saw on Thursday but one of the curlews, usually very shy, was close enough for a nervous photograph.
In the twenty-five minutes we sat there only one person passed us, a young man on his way home from working at the castle. Even the usual small band of dog-walkers seemed to have been deterred by the weather. Which was fine, as it left us in peace to relax to the swash of the waves and the plaintive call of the sea birds.
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