Taking flight

Had a productive day in the house talking to builders, estate agent, and cleaning and DIYing. Glorious weather again and had a nice lunch with mum and Cari on the promenade.

By 4 o'clock it was time for a quick hour on the beach: the Isle of Man's best kept secret - White Strand, the most tranquil sandy beach you can imagine just five mins away from civilisation, and just one other person on the beach, a woman who has been going there for 70 years and had spent all day there looking for, and finding, semi-precious stones on the beach, and watching the birds.

The birds in this picture, I think, are Curlews, a mother and one of her two chicks taking flight. I watched them for a while, mother wandering and chicks following and just about keeping up, then once or twice the mother took flight and the chicks did their best to keep up (not very successfully).

More of my White Strand pix here