Grenitote again

You never get a bad view at Grenitote. In the distance the hills of Harris.
The beach here is legendary in family history for the self-launching Frisbee. Ben, aged about five, threw it and it went a bit, landed on its edge, rolled a bit and then the wind took it up in the air again before repeating the whole process. Ben, like it, was disappearing into the distance - and quite a long way away it was - but he lost interest first. I expect the Frisbee probably made it to Icleand.
Otherwise a quite day failing to catch up with the birds we were trying to see.