Friday, November 04, 2022
Yesterday: "What do you expect to see today?" Greger asked on our walk down to the ferry terminal. "Nothing," I replied. That way, I thought, we can't be disappointed. Most birds would surely have moved south by now and dolphins would also be thinning out. We would just enjoy a day at sea on the Isle of Lewis (the old ferry standing in for the Loch Seaforth while the latter has its annual service).
Greger snapped the works along Shore Street with his phone. The road is to be widened and a new promenade for pedestrians and cyclists will be built next to the water. Before the work started, I thought that the main spectators would be men, standing with hands in pockets or arms folded muttering "I wouldn't do it like that!" or similar - but in fact women (including me) seem just as mesmerised by the proceedings as blokes. It's amazing, what the digger operators can do with those buckets!
Should it be moulting now? I wondered. I've tried to find out about moulting in sooty shearwaters but the little info I could find online didn't relate to sooties in British waters in October/November. Doesn't matter much - I'm just interested. And although it was just a single shearwater, I was pretty chuffed with the sighting - this can happen when you expect nothing!
As the light drained away and the first drops of rain fell, we went below. Having disembarked, we found shining roads and puddles that suggested there had been quite a shower earlier - but the rain soon stopped and we got home without a soaking. This was a tonic of a day after our bouts of flu and then a 24-hour reaction to our flu-and-Covid jabs that made us fear we were getting it all over again!