Another morning walk and the sunshine is warm and full of spring. Ginger bright, we headed for the hill top.
On top of the hill we walked like a wild pride, strong muscles sliding under beautiful fur, we flowed across the rocks and heather.
The arm of the land reached out into the sea, blue on the one side, shining silver on the other. Overhead birds flew and chittered and chased and worried at us. Small mouse trails criss-crossed our paths.