Lunchtime Down the Strathy.

Frenzied gulls, their wings windmilling, circle over stubby, marooned, foraging ducks. They  scrabble and scramble for discarded tokens of bread from the lush dandelion-speckled grass. Swans extend prehistoric necks and, like mechanical diggers, thrust their orange black beaks into the ground. A constant chirrup cracks across the rippling loch. A toddler, in a military run, makes his break for it, thighs pumping high across the tarmac. His quest for freedom is stopped by a vigilant mother, although it is his trailing father who finally scoops him back into the family car. Flapping in the breeze, a saltire flag protrudes from a brick tower, garrisoned in the water. A pigeon comes up close, begging for a bite to eat. When a man and woman get out of their cars to have a chat, it is time for me to get back into mine. A new afternoon is beginning...

copyright Alan Knox

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