I could not hope for a more perfect end to this winter's last weekend.
...No, I am not referring to the 6 Nations' encounter between France and Italy in rugby... Life is far more precious than this! Woooppppsss, désolée les Bleus! For this once, I favoured my walking boots to a mêlée and take full advantage of my shore.
Spring migration is en route, waders & wildfowl move about... I heard rain goose (red-throated diver) around Nesting (N/NE of Lerwick) and delighted my heart with notably shalders (oystercatchers), sandy loos (ringed plovers) - waap (curlews) and corbies (ravens) flying overhead.
Six days away from that long awaited equinox, this nordic part of the world is awaking from a long and enduring winter... If the land still looks fast asleep, if the north wind still bites the very tip of our fingers, flight calls and wings slash through the sky. Earth magic never stops.
And there, as eyes wander along the kelp at the very edge of the shore, we meet at last. The light is poor.
It's just gone 5 p.m., the tide has ebbed and has unveiled the very edge of kelp forest... Among dark rocks it comes to feed... I think it caught a crab for its dinner. I must keep low and creep closer - crawl to the edge of that low cliff. My eyes endure might of north wind...
My heart is pouncing. Such encounter tastes like a priviledge! My otter friend is racing back towards the sea.
What better way to end up this winter's final weekend?
I cannot wait to see more again this summer!