Evening walk down the braes

What started as rather a dull ,indecisive evening walk down the braes to look for dolphins was suddenly transformed by great mounds of thrift by The Pouk, spreading in various shades of pink like old fashioned quilted counterpanes. At The Pouk there were huge marsh orchids, bright purple, growing in the path way. At the Pinkie Shore there are the last of the primroses and the first of the scentless may weed. We heard a complaining, clattering chattering which turned out to be  a small colony of fulmars nesting on the cliff face on the East of the shore, some birds flew to and from the nests with their strange elbow less flight. We heard the eerie keening of seals drifting over the water. As we returned towards The Pouk a heron flew towards the reeds being harassed by several gulls.