#32: Reflections from the shore

Nairn beach, 0915. Rising tide, not high until 1243. Lots of new sand deposited up the beach. Pebbles moved into mini stone crescents by the fullness of recent tides. The swell rushing South Eastward, gulls effortlessly gliding at speed toward the harbour. The waves by the groyne today very semi-circular, like a Spanish flamenco fan, their edges lit up towards the East beach. The lighthouse and the old bar beyond. A flock of Knots wheel and dance together, maybe 30 birds, twisting and turning together in the sun by the harbour wall. A dozen Oystercatchers chatting to each other as they head inland over the trees on the links.  All the leaves of the links now dropped, lifeless brown with dark spots, tumbling along in the breeze. Like the pebbles eventually gathering together in their windless pockets, knee deep in places. Just one boat on the water this morning, faded in the light and mist toward the Black isle.