The Moray Firth
We are temporarily up on Speyside, as my father is in hospital and quite seriously ill. This is where our attention is concentrated at the moment, but at the end of a weekend of hospital visiting we headed for the coast to breathe deeply of the sea air.
Looking north, above, as the waves crash onto the shingle. Below, the coast curves east towards Buckie.
Looking west now, to where the River Spey meets the sea.
And south-west, back up the course of the river and into the sunset.
Oystercatchers were calling, a curlew piped, and all the while the waves broke on the shore. It was what we needed.