Mirror, mirror of the sea

No wind, sunshine and with all the water,  the Uists become a mirror. Snow-covered mountains, roadside lochs and a spectacular sunset all provided blip opportunities but this Heron begged to have its photo taken.
After my traditional open the mist-nets in the garden to catch no birds, it was off to the South Uist coven for Tricia's spinning.
Just a pleasure to be out and about.