South Uist I am awed to see a small flock of whooper swans heading for landfallCresting the rise at the stop of the machair track I catch my breath at the first sight of the scene before me. Where generally there are miles of beach there is almost nothing but sea.
As far as the eye can see there is line after broken line of wild,tumbling rollers, the wind streaming a fine mist of spray from their foam topped crests … and at the top of this highest of tides the wind driven waves are surging onwards almost to the foot of the low dunes.
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Source: theguardian.com