Lily, Poppy and I were out for a walk in Peterhead yesterday before heading to the supermarket.  I parked the car in Buchanhaven and looked for a good place to go.   The sun was shining, the tide was out so we decided to make out way down to the rocks below.  How Poppy loves to scamper on the rocks.  It is something she has always done and because the pink granite was dry in the sun and not slippery at all Lily and I followed on.

From this angle we could see the Rattray Head lighthouse picked out quite clearly in the sun.  I had been talking to Fraser, my brother in law,  about this lighthouse a couple of weeks ago so I decided to see if I could get a picture.

With my camera out I soon found other subjects as we hopped from rock to rock:  an old broken bike, the familiar subject of oil supply boats, and of course shags sunning themselves on the rocks.   Mary and I were trying to remember the Shetland word for shags.  We had heard it on trips to Shetland but neither of us could remember.  Thanks goodness for the internet.  The Shetlanders call them Scarfs  (from the old Norse skarfr).

Unperturbed by ornithology or etymology,  the dogs followed their own agendas.