A morning of gradually gathering clouds and rising blustery winds, Grey Granite and Rufus walked through Philorth woods, along the Line and over the Esplanade. |
| The pond in Philorth woods currently home to a large flock of mallards was blown into ripples by the wind. Rufus enjoyed chasing fallen leaves in the wood. |
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| Mixed messages; a late flowering dog rose and scarlet hips on the line near Philorth Halt |
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| Unusually, there were dozens of gannets plunge diving, in great white splashes just out from the Kessock Burn outlet. |
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| Oyster catchers roosting in the shelter of the rocks by the caravan site |
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