Saturday, December 24, 2016
A glaucous was one of many gulls hovering over the waves near the Loch Broom camp-site.
Whatever it had found on the waterline was clearly worth a soaking.
Earlier we'd driven to Ardmair and tried to walk along the beach, but the wind made it impossible. Amid much shrieking (well, that was me) and laughter, we gave up after a few minutes and staggered back to the car. The ferry, which had remained here all yesterday, left for Stornaway this morning - so let's hope everyone trying to get home to the Western Isles for Christmas made it.