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Plockton Quay
What struck me about this image was the seaweed clinging to the mooring line of this abandoned boat, and the noise of the seagulls as they pick over the debris stranded by the receding tide. Taking time out from working in a city, to walk along a low water shore, I’m always struck by the industrious gulls, and how they make their living along these apparently barren shores. It seems an unlikely spot to live - and yet there they are summer and winter alike, timing their lives by the tide.
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