The racing Skoda was off in haste towards Ardivachar point, South Uist in hope of something worth talking about! It didn't pay off. However, the 30 odd Oystercatchers that were sheltering from the wind on a distant rock was satisfying. My Granny managed to pick out three Redshank, surprisingly camouflaged next to some dark rocks.
|Surely the red legs make it obvious!|