Whooper swans make landfall on the coastline of Scotland. Photograph: Simon Grosset/Rex/Shutterstock
Cresting the increase at the conclude of the machair keep track of I capture my breath at the very first sight of the scene prior to me. In which generally there are miles of beach front there is almost absolutely nothing but sea.
As far as the eye can see there is line after damaged line of wild, tumbling rollers, the wind streaming a good mist of spray from their foam topped crests … and at the prime of this optimum of tides the wind pushed waves are surging onwards nearly to the foot of the minimal dunes.
In the presently fading gentle of the late afternoon it is a seascape painted in muted silver-greys and slate greens, its distant reaches more softened by the haze of airborne spray.
I set out alongside the dune-prime route strolling right up until at some point it seems that perhaps the tide, if not on the turn, is at least achieving no increased and that, wellie clad, it will be attainable to wander again safely along the narrow strip of sand.
Connected: Sophisticated whoopers occur to Swan Loch
Down at beach degree there is an even better perception of the electrical power of the waves as every single builds and then crashes, every single 1 introducing to the quantity of the continual background roar. Effectively out outside of the breaking waters, nearly on the horizon, a line of white birds is flying minimal earlier mentioned the continuously shifting turbulence of the restless sea.
I raise my binoculars expecting to discover a troop of hardy gannets on a fishing expedition but am awed to see alternatively a modest flock of whooper swans heading straight for landfall. Again and once again I shed sight of them behind a curtain of spray, but every single time they reappear closer than prior to as defeat soon after defeat of their effective elegant wings drives them onward toward the finish of their journey from Iceland.
Only as they near the chaos of salt-laden air over the unceasing rollers do they seek to achieve peak, their excellent V-formed line becoming a scattered team as the smoothness of their flight all of a sudden becomes ragged and effortful in the buffeting wind. And then, over the land at final, they come with each other once a lot more, traveling purposefully in the path of the loch now just a discipline or two absent.