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Strong winds and heavy showers again overnight, but this afternoon the rain stopped and it brightened up, so I went with the youngest two grandchildren for a walk.

We arrived at the beach just as the women from the farm were transferring sheep over to the 'island'. A tractor and trailer brought them to the edge of the sand. As soon as they were released they started to walk across the tombola. In the photo their procession just looks like a darker area of sand.
Next we watched as a quad bike encouraged them along and then up onto the path that leads across St Ninian's Isle.

We followed, but they were all dispersed by the time we got there. On a muddy path, with burns to leap over, we made our way to the cliffs - not too close, but near enough for a great view. The latter perhaps only of interest to me. The rest of the party was more interested in the liberal deposits of sheep poo. A poem was composed on the topic. Of course!