Thursday, May 29, 2014
It was a beautiful morning so we drove out to Achnahaird. On the cliff-tops, a ringed plover gave me old-fashioned looks from behind a rock.
Oystercatchers started up a sudden clamour and flew to the top of the rocks.
Just as we were about to leave, I spotted what looked like a large, white-winged gull on the far side of the bay.
Meanwhile, despite not being well, Greger mowed the lawn. We can't get away with a scruffy garden here as the walls are much lower than in those we had in Taplow, and our neighbours' gardens are very neat.
// posted by Christine @ 9:27 AM 
