Low tide sunset on the Beauly Firth

After dinner walk along the path at Redcastle. Gulls, Oystercatchers and Curlew calling from the mud. A combination of meadowsweet and cow field on the damp evening air.

If this was just about anywhere in England, there would be a creekside pub here that would be murmuring with old regulars at this hour, but heaving with grockles at lunchtime. But here it is blissfully quiet and unspoilt.