Oh dear, catch up blog, never good to let it go so long. But on 25 April, the following caught my eye at Tentsmuir (right hand walk, avoiding potential distress from the new visitor centre).
I enjoyed that empty beach feeling and watched some sanderlings. St Andrews was hazy in the distance.
The tiny, tiny spring flowers were out in the dunes – only noticeable when I got down on my knees to look at something else.
This is the beautiful little Early Forget-me-not, Myosotis ramossissima
I also found these distinctive spotted hairy leaves – possibly Spotted Hawkweed, Hieracium maculatum.
Some of the dunes had been burnt – at first I thought someone’s bonfire had got out of control, then I wondered if it was done deliberately, to manage something unwelcome like the Sea Buckthorn (which I would never admit to being unwelcome!)
Also not so good to find was this bunch of balloons, which I popped and disposed of. There were two other balloons too, in other places. Seems to be more common now.
I walked to the estuary end.
On the way back, I watched a little bird which made the oddest farty noise followed by a high pitched squeak. I was desperate to get a photo so tried a long range shot that I couldn’t really see in the viewfinder…turns out I got the bird on the block next to the one I was trying to capture, which may or may not be related.