Reeling into the wind, staggering along the beach like ancient mariners tossed onto a distant shore, our progress erratic as storm tossed debris. As dark squalls spin across the horizon heads withdraw, sheltering in gore-tex carapaces. Eyes narrowed by reflected diamond light salt stinging tears funnell down furrowed cheeks. Cries of wonder are carried beyond… Continue reading Lions on the beach
Considering that birds are an integral part daily life at Ardivachar they rarely feature in my accounts of island life. After a lifetime of watching birds the fascination has not faded but I prefer to watch rather than be distracted by trying to capture their magic with a camera. They rarely inspire my literary muse… Continue reading All the birds of the air
Year of Natural Scotland - Winter Treasure Hunt I have always loved the seaside in winter and on crisp sunny mornings I need no encouragement to abandon the domestic chores and take a walk on Ardivachar beach. Perfect for a solitary meander, watching the wading birds feeding along the tide edge and scanning the horizon… Continue reading Who’s been walking on my beach?