Wednesday, December 24, 2025
I didn't get to West Terrace until one o'clock, when I spotted a whale far out - and when I overheard someone saying that one or possibly two whales had been breaching in the loch this morning, I thought that was all I was going to see today. However, we were all in for a treat - and Greger drove up at just the right moment to see the action as well.
Now that's what you call a splash!
Not quite sure how this hangs together....
......but this fin seemed to wave a farewell, as the animal(s) moved slowly off down the loch.
And talking of farewells:
🎵Farewell to Tarwathie
Adieu Mormond Hill
And the dear land of Crimond
I bid you farewell.
I'm bound off for Greenland
And ready to sail
In hopes to find riches
In hunting the whale.
Written by George Scroggie, c1850; sung by Judy Collins with haunting whale calls adding to the feeling of melancholy.
// posted by Christine @ 7:48 AM 
