A cold walk over a deserted Wastart to Craig Ogston, little colour, few signs of life on land. At sea a necklace of eiders, small rafts of half a dozen birds bobbing like corks, the showy males appearing to outnumber the douce females. Oyster catchers, noisy and conspicuous on the rocks near the Caffie Hole and the occasional fly past of gannets and cormorants.
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