One of those misty mornings —
but eagle-eyed Seamus has spotted the cackling geese on the frosted grass of the lower field.
Nothing else to be seen beyond that until Scarba peeps out of the mist —
but it doesn’t last and by the time Helen and I had the boots on it had cleared over the Pond.
We take the clifftop grass route around the western perimeter fence —
with views to the snow-capped mountains of Mull —
to name but one of the many islands dotted off our beautiful coast.
Well worth getting out of bed for 🙂