It was still blowing strongly, but sunny and I went down to Elie to have another look at a mystery moss.
The stones at the beginning of the beach are all uncovered, and I don’t remember these large boulders?
The waves had been right up to the banking, and had left a mixture of gravel and sand behind. (Nice and easy to walk on.)
I loved the way the wind had splattered sand against the boulders, and piled up smooth mounds against them.
More pristine sand later on – before I walked on it.
There were lots of oystercatchers and some redshanks, but it wasn’t a day for birdwatching with binoculars. There was a little pipit-type bird not at all pleased to see me – it did a sideways dance along the shore.
Then I found my first Coltsfoot of the year. And it would never have been photographed if it hadn’t been the first, poor muddy squished thing. But a sign of better things to come.
The snowdrops are still cascading down the cliff, and it still looks odd to me.
The mystery moss was looking beautiful. Like a green velvet brain. Or something.
Coming back was much harder going, with the wind (and sometimes rain) in my face, but it was lovely to find this Celandine – the first this year apart from the Lade Braes one. Blowing all over the place, so it was difficult to get a sharp picture.
Finally, the sea turtle came into view. Or is it a snail?
A blowy but fairly sunny morning, but no clear views to the other side of the Forth and the Isle of May was just a faint shadow on the horizon.
I walked along from Elie towards St Monans, stopping to watch some rock pipits. Along in Butterbur alley, the butterbur plants were beginning to come through, but I thought they would have been further along by now. I like their messy, unpretty looks, with old bits of leaf straggling about the new buds.
I’ve seen these snowdrops before, but am always surprised to see them growing on the cliff.
Further down the path, I was very happy to find the first Coltsfoot of the year.
There was also a beautiful dandelion, gorse, daisies, and the first celandine – however, it was a sad little trampled thing, and it didn’t get its picture taken. Instead, I took a picture of this rock formation – usually there are birds round here, but perhaps the two buzzards circling were a deterent.
Coming back, I watched a kestrel hovering for several minutes, amazed at how it kept its position in a wind that was pushing at me.