The Surfer

It's Thursday, so it's the morning for my usual walk north from the village, crossing the Golspie Burn before following the coast path northwards towards Dunrobin Castle - and what a beautiful morning for a walk, on a perfect autumn day with hardly a breath of wind and the sun finding gaps in the clouds to spotlight the leaf colours in the deciduous trees. However, turn the opposite way and....

....there's a heavy swell coming in from the southeast, big waves with wide, smooth gaps between them lifting to smash against coastal defences which were sorely tried last winter.

Of course, where there is a good set there's bound to be....

....a surfer. He must have been sufficiently pleased with the waves - the tide was rising, with high in another hour's time - to have summoned his friends, as another surfer was arriving as I passed him again, still working the waves, on my way home.