Deep breath.

First an apology!  Its not terminal (although isn't everything!) the terminology is 'End stage'.  Basically it means they haven't  a clue what to do next.

I actually feel far more positive.  If I can keep fit - did my pulmonary physio exercises this morning.  
This afternoon the wind had dropped to 19 mph from 30+ ha ha.. So to the Prom.  I had leggings, jeans, waterproof trousers on my nether regions.  4 layers on the top, and waterproof, windproof coat, woolly hat and scarf round mouth.  No way I could have 'pulled'!  Not that there were many others there...

There were masses of Sea birds.

Masses of Oyster Catchers.  Herring Gulls and a young Great Black Backed top right hand.  The wind was coming from the shore on a slant - I still havent worked out why they mostly face the same way.  I do know that as I walked alongside the wind was behind me.  On my way back it was in my face.  So for the birds it would have been in their faces.  So not disturbing their feathers?

Black Headed Gulls in winter plumage.  In the breeding season they have black heads. The red legs are a give a way for identification.

The Golden Horn at the entrance to Fraserburgh Harbour is a beacon, not a lighthouse, to guide the boats in.  In the forefront are the massed Oystercatchers.

Further along the beach, Scurries and Black Headed.

The Kessock Burn entering the North Sea.

And could this possibly be an artist?

One motorised scooter. Belching out fumes which made me worry about what lung function I had left.

Carving out designs on the beach.

It takes all sorts.

I prefer to see Nature's art work.

And some of my own.  A Mountain Hare.  They are now changing colour from brown to white as the snows come.