It's been a day of big clouds, sunny intervals, and heavy, sometimes sleet-filled showers. Around lunchtime the westerly wind woke up and worked itself into a force five to six, but then it ran out of puff. This evening the temperature has dropped by a degree or so, in preparation for a much colder and, hopefully, drier week next week.
For the last two days we've been invaded by gulls. At one point we estimated there were 150 or more bobbing around in Kilchoan Bay, lazing on the rocks, or flapping along the Ormsaigbeg shore.
Most of them appear to be common gulls, but in amongst them there are a scattering of black-backed gulls and juveniles. Where they've come from, or why they're gracing us with their presence, is a bit of a mystery. It may be that these are the ones that followed the
Krossfjord into the Sound on Wednesday, gorging on the sprats that died in the catch, so perhaps they're hung around hoping that the trawler will come back.
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