Whoosh!

Craws. Rooks, mostly. Amongst them, some Carrion Crows and Jackdaws. Forecast was, +3C overnight. Reality, -3C. First thing, there was a beautiful deep blue gradient to the sky over a bank of fog, that, alas, was gone by the time I ventured out.

Part of yesterday's scheming undertaken, in a visit to the North to see the folks, with a lift provided by my second oldest sister (thank you!). Beautiful day once the fog/mist had cleared a bit.

Dad had been talking about a loud bang during a recent night that had him thinking someone was trying to break in, but no signs of that were found. After a few other catch-up tales, he asked, "Did I tell you about my exploding balls?" with a wry look.

Several years previously at a well known local golf course, he decided to take off his socks and shoes, roll up his troos, and wade in bare feet into a large pond with a net and try and see if there were any golf balls in the mud at the bottom. Came back with loads of them, of all ages - some decades old. For several years since then, the cleaned up collection had been in a container in his cosy TV den. Recently, whilst quietly sitting watching the goggle-box, some of them have started exploding... loudly. Each of them giving him quite a start, understandably. It was some time later that the realisation dawned, that loud bang the other night, not a burglar, probably another exploding (golf) ball.

Extras - still some mist about the Drumderfit ridge a while after sunrise; classic Struie viewpoint view to the Dornoch Firth in the Ardgay and Bonar Bridge direction; & a small sample of Dad's "exploding balls"(!)