Christine's walking & birds blog

Location is everything. Down south in my landlocked English county, a shag among cormorants would be noteworthy. Here in the north of Scotland on the wild Atlantic Coast, the opposite is true.


The birds were at Ardmair, milling about in a large group as though in a sort of ritual dance. A black guillemot and several mergansers were also present, and a seal was bottling just off the beach. But I didn't get out till late and I might as well not have bothered, as the light was already draining away.