Coffee in the sun...

sitting on this beach in the hills, hot, alone, idyllic! The extra is looking the other way.
The only sounds were Meadow Pipits and Skylarks.
Suddenly, snowflakes? no, spume! a wind in the glen had disturbed the lochan beyond me, churning it up, then blowing pieces of it onto my sheltered beach. Strange! Started to move off, but it stayed dry and calm for the whole walk.
Lovely!