An otter rides the waves, bobbing like a sea duck
by Christine Smith from on (#QMZ8)
South Uist, Outer Hebrides A mere 30ft away the small otter holds my gaze until, overtaken by a breaking wave, disappearing in a flurry of foam
Miles of empty white beach stretch ahead and there is not another soul in sight. Piles of creamy cumulus drift across a summer blue sky while along the horizon a band of deeper but entirely unthreatening clouds only strengthens and enriches the colours of the sea.
There is an unexpected warmth in the sun and not even a hint of approaching autumn in the breeze crossing this Outer Hebrides island. The tide is almost but not quite at its height. Rank after rank of small waves break on the beach, the occasional one reaching just a short distance further up the still dry sand.
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