So I took myself off to the shore to sit and watch the tide come in with the evening light. Hence the fuzzy pictures taken with a long lens in low light. I like the watercolour effect.
The heron was standing on the reef when I arrived, it didn't move and was still there after and hour along with a raft of widgeon.
Ben Talla could have been a peak in the greater ranges; the Rockies, Himalayas or Andes if you half closed your ideas and imagined. You would have to remove the Tobermory lighthouse too.
I had hoped that there might be an otter at low tide but no; the cockle gatherer in his high vis jacket must have scared them off.
The oystercatchers escorted me back the way I came just practicing for when they nest next month when they will be dive bombing and shrieking at anyone near their nest.