Not out on the peats
Not here in England either
Tonight the air was sublime, down there by the cool sea gently working it's way slowly in as a cruise liner slipped by on the horizon. A heron passed lazily by as the midges tried to have their wicked way near the machair. We left them to it strolling along the water's edge, dodging the incoming waves and enjoying the fresh, cooling air.
A brisk walk on the soft, white sand revived the soul, a meditation of movement as the day drew to a close.