A beautiful day today with a bright, if chilly southeaster and the sea blue. The chill in the wind comes from it crossing mountains, some of which are still heavy with snow. This peaceful rural scene looks from the Ormsaigbeg crofts across Kilchoan Bay to the houses in Pier Road, and beyond to
Beinn Shianta, the Blessed Mountain.
At half past two, the RAF arrived to liven things up. It was difficult to tell how many Tornadoes were chasing each other around the sky, but it must have been at least four, screaming low and then peeling off in different directions.
It's surprising how the local bird life reacts. The small birds, thinking, perhaps, that what's roaring overhead is a souped-up sparrow hawk, take to the nearest bush. The seagulls - one is just visible in the photo - carry on as if nothing untoward is happening, as do the buzzards - there were as many buzzards in the air as 'planes.
This one, the last to join the fun, bounced in across
Druim na Gearr Leacainn, the ridge behind Ormsaigbeg, so the first we knew was it passing so low one felt one could reach out and touch it.
Despite all the noise and excitement, for some it was business as usual.
A beautiful day today with a bright, if chilly southeaster and the sea blue. The chill in the wind comes from it crossing mountains, some of which are still heavy with snow. This peaceful rural scene looks from the Ormsaigbeg crofts across Kilchoan Bay to the houses in Pier Road, and beyond to Beinn Shianta, the Blessed Mountain.
At half past two, the RAF arrived to liven things up. It was difficult to tell how many Tornadoes were chasing each other around the sky, but it must have been at least four, screaming low and then peeling off in different directions.
It's surprising how the local bird life reacts. The small birds, thinking, perhaps, that what's roaring overhead is a souped-up sparrow hawk, take to the nearest bush. The seagulls - one is just visible in the photo - carry on as if nothing untoward is happening, as do the buzzards - there were as many buzzards in the air as 'planes.
This one, the last to join the fun, bounced in across Druim na Gearr Leacainn, the ridge behind Ormsaigbeg, so the first we knew was it passing so low one felt one could reach out and touch it.
Despite all the noise and excitement, for some it was business as usual.
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