The flight of the heron

A glorious day had us walking along Loch Striven at noon. The water was glassy, the air still - so still that when the heron took off and flew past us down the loch we could hear the rhythmic beat of its wings. You can see it just above the water in the centre of the photo - it was only about a foot away from the surface.

I have high hopes of being able to use a proper camera again quite soon, but have to wait for Santa ...