Rocks, crab, geese, haar
I went off to Boarhills to see whether my Himalayn Balsam weeding had had any effect. Which it had, but there was still lots in flower.
At the end of the path, the haar was rolling in. I could hear honking, and just made out a flock of Canada geese at the mouth of the burn.
I ate my tangerine on the headland, admiring the rocky landscape which had an end of the world feel to it, with the haar hiding all signs of civilisation.
Some of the rocks are have little stubbly columns all over the surface, like miniature stone forests or cities.
This one had a stone flap.
The pools varied too. Some were clean and clear – this one with the biggest pool crab I’ve ever seen.
Some were scummy.
This one had rock eggs at the bottom.
No sea anemones here, but lots of sea snails and shrimps.
The mist began to lift, and on the way back I got a clear view of the geese, and a flock of lapwings came in to land on the rocks.