Spring morning

A frosty start but by mid morning the temperature reached 9C and a farmer to whom we spoke was prepared to say that he thought Spring has arrived. We walked down the braes towards a calm, almost unbelievably blue sea.

Looking over Aberdour Bay towards Troup Head.

This morning there  were larks 'so high they seem a mote, a speck of singing dust', and passing geese overhead,  eiders and gannets at sea, flowers on the gorse and a fox running across the lower field. 

A large flock of shape shifting starlings rose into the air as we passed then settled back in to the field where they were industriously pecking about in the grass. A hawk hovered not far away.

Alder catkins, each  a pendulous s cluster of tiny flowers.