We were at Sanna this morning early, with the tide low but making and the skies as grey as they have been for longer than we care to remember. The beaches were deserted, but the sand smoothed by last night's falling tide bore evidence that someone else had beaten us onto the beach, a dog walker with a larger and a smaller dog.
Lost in places under the pawprints of the dogs were these tracks. The four feet had landed together leaving wide gaps in between the groupings, and the tracks were small, suggesting that a mink, rather than an otter, has preceded the dogs.
Offshore, the German Navy's auxiliary Oker A53, passed by. She's one of their Oste class ships, purpose-built reconnaissance and intelligence gathering ships which carry more technicians than sailors. Her primary function was to monitor Soviet warships. There's more about her here.
All of which was of absolutely no interest whatsoever to a small group of oystercatchers napping on a rock in Sanna Bay which were almost caught out by one of the higher waves of the rising tide.
As we walked Sanna's beaches and then crossed the burn to wander along to the point to the north of Sanna, a watery sun appeared, and with the sun....
....the colours flowed back into rocks and sea.
Sanna is always such a beautiful place but having the sun out makes a huge difference, particularly as, at this time of year, the colours in the landscape, even those of the lichen on the rocks, are golden warm.
We wandered on to the point and then sat on a rock, soaking up the sun and watching a steady swell rise, roll over and break as it crossed an offshore skerry.