A phone call brings Aimee bombing to the dock on shore to pick me (and my stuff) up. |
Nearly done and it will be so much better than the canvas ones. |
This year: An early tragedy. A storm in June blew away the nest and eggs. Occasionally the Ospreys come back and fly around the nest but that is happening less and less frequently. |
Aimee and I try to get out to the dock for sunset (sometimes with a glass of wine) |
The sky cooperated on my first evening. |
Also the second evening. |
This is not photoshopped. The colours were intense with gold lining. |
And on the other side of the island the moon was coming up. |
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