Greylag at dusk

The bike ride alongside the loch this evening, was a noisey affair.

The Greylag are arriving in some numbers now and were crossing overhead to the newly cut field. Hundreds landed as we stood in awe, watching the skenes float gracefully by, but almost comically with their feet acting as air brakes.

Till around March, these visitors will watch us struggle by and probably think that we look comical on our two wheeled contraptions.

A day off to myself, well almost. Drove Mum and Auntie L to meet brother for lunch at the garden centre. Missed out on the gym, but will catch up tomorrow.
(Write one hundred times.) Back is begining to play up again, must keep fit.