When you reach the mouth of the Kenly burn, it always feels like a different kind of walk. Cool, shady, green. At the mouth of the burn were the usual mallards, who were joined by a group of four ducks I’d been watching on the sea.
Diving ducks. I decided that this was a female eider and three youngsters. Later in the afternoon, I saw a large group of eiders on the rocks outside St Andrews, but no young ones.
The Kenly burn was lower than I’ve ever seen it, and I took the chance to scramble down and look at the moss on the stones. How rusty am I, with moss. I’ve put the photos aside to study later. But as well as moss, there were some plants growing opportunistically (is that a word?) where they would usually be covered with water.
On the bank, the himalayan balsalm has become established, but I also found a bent-over Monks-hood, Aconitum napellus, here with leaves of Herb Robert.
Coming back up the path, I saw my favourite dipper, reflected in the water. Hope he/she is getting enough to eat, with the low water level.
Back out into the sun, and I pressed on through the boring bit and back down to the sea at Shelduck bay (no ducks). At the Buddo Ness stone, there were several large Burdocks – lesser Burdock, I think, because the heads were sticky.
The leaves were marbled with insect damage.
I watched a young tern try and fail to dive, then fed by its mother. Thought how I’d watched a tern trying to teach its young one to dive in the very same spot, a few years ago.
The steps were the usual killer, and it was getting very hot. The tide was in, but I went round by the mountain goat path. Found the smallest teasel in the world.
The Bloody Cranesbill was flowering at the Rock and Spindle. Then back towards St A, thinking celestial thoughts.