Monday, January 12, 2015
We took a break from work late morning and drove to Ardmair. It was just after high tide and the little bunch of ringed plovers on the shingle seemed in imminent threat from the surging waves. It was too windy to get out of the car and we sat in the lay-by trying to see the waders over the grassy bank.
Among the ringed plovers hunkered down behind the sea-weed was a purple sandpiper.
The spell of sunshine soon ended as dark clouds swept in again from the sea, blotting out all the world beyond the car in yet another wind-thrown blast of rattling hail. We gave up and went home - where two siskins had joined goldfinches and greenfinches on the seed feeder.