Christine's walking & birds blog

There was another hard frost overnight. Unable to sleep in the early hours, I unlocked the back door and stepped outside for a few minutes; there were no northern lights, but low in the south-west was Sirius - appearing to sparkle pink and blue through the binoculars like a decoration on a faraway Christmas tree. It was freezing cold and I soon went back inside!

I drove to Ardmair but once again I'd missed high tide. Near the gulls on the spit were a couple of turnstones, a couple of ringed plover, and a redshank.

A rock pipit foraged at the edge of the waves and a pied wagtail flew over the camp-site.