It was windy, and still is. But the sun was around and it was not so cold. So I went out.
Ah, the Oystercatchers. They and I faced into the wind.
Tiger Hill - the name of the big sand dune, and a person standing on top.
Below a black thing floating in and out. Monday this week there was a bomb from WW1 appeared and had to be controlled explosioned. Fraserburgh was a place where bombs not used previously were jettisoned as the Germans went home and apparently the Moray Firth is still full of them. I think the black thing floating in and out is a plastic oil/petrol 'can' so do not panic.
Great Black Backed Gulls, Skurries, Black Headed, all there, the Gull Gang.
I didnt walk far and flew back to the car with the wind behind me as I turned.
Later a bit more painting,
Lots more to do to this one.
Makes a change from two feet and a beak.