Landing

I spent a glorious morning in the sunshine on Nairn beach. It was practically empty. Imagine this beach on the southern coast of England - rammed with folk. I love this beach and its seemingly endless sands and dunes filled with birdsong. I saw a sedge warbler and a willow warbler, and I'm sure crested tits were nearby.

In the evening, the whole lot of us went to see The Boy with Tape on his Face. There's an element of danger that one of us would be picked, but that (fortunately?) didn't happen. It was great fun.