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Beinn Losgaintir, Harris, Outer Hebrides with golden plover 2005, 2015

10/7/2015

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PictureBeinn Losgaintir, Harris, Outer Hebrides
A chorus of golden plover to Mullach Buidhe through boggy ground  with  lousewort, sundew, butterwort and green spears of bog asphodel, our boots gripping  on whalebacks of Lewisian Gneiss.  Sunlight through  scarlet wattles of red grouse.  Leaving  heather for  thick mosses and lichen, we see a golden eagle as we climb.  From Beinn Losgaintir, views of An Clisham, the North Harris hills and Traigh Losgaintir. From Beinn Dhubh we  retrace our route and spy  a  clutch of golden plover eggs half-hidden by  heather.  A stream becomes a gully and from a bridge we watch small brown trout. Cuckoo in distinctive posture on a rock.              4 June 2005

 10 July 2015  Returning to Beinn Losgaintir a decade later, we  choose what promises to be a fair day.  I hope for photographs of golden plover for my new book, Cumbrian Contrasts, and with a deadline to meet  Losgaintir is my last chance.  I have spoken of that wonderful day ten years ago and I return for more, sharing it with a friend who does not know Losgaintir.
A mile into our walk, squalls and heavy rain sweep in off the Atlantic so we turn back to wait  for a  better day. The sun comes out, so we take  a different approach,  a steepish yomp  through deep heather with  not a note of golden plover all the way to the  summit of Beinn Dhubh.  We overlook the Sound of Taransay, but soon see nothing.  The temperature drops, mist engulfs us as we shelter amongst rocks in another downpour.  We shiver over hot coffee.  Through wind and  rain I hear the  plaintive  note  of golden plover, I think  I hear it.  Again and again the call  but my friend  hears nothing and suggests I'm conjuring it into being. Then yes,  he hears it and like a ghost in the mist a golden plover appears  up on the cluster of rocks which conceal us.
The rain eases, the mist  dissolves to reveal a  broad and grassy ridge with a scatter of rocks. Billowing  sunlit cloud flows over Losgaintir  and is  reflected in glossy sands on the beach below. Wisps of cloud over high lochans. Volatile mist  and  golden plover calling, perching on rock, dipping out of sight, reappearing  with the wind made visible in ruffled plumage.  Golden plover, Pluvialis apricaria- the Latin name evokes this elemental day on Losgaintir. Through wind and rain, glorious in sunlight,  the essence of golden plover. Reaching the summit cairn of Beinn Losgaintir we apricate,  like apricots ripening against a sunny wall. Pluvialis apricaria,  in rain and sun.
To Mullach Buidhe.  As  we come off the ridge a peeping comes from beyond a tiny lochan  set amongst flowers of butterwort and lousewort.
‘Listen,’ I whisper.
’What is it?’
 ‘Don’t know. Where is it?’
He finds the bird on a mossy rock. A dunlin. We inch forward, slowly, and sit quietly  on a rock and listen and watch how sunlight and shadow play upon its plumage,  highlighting a white feather ruffled on its belly with a  mote of sunlight reflected  in the eye.   A  long and leisurely while  we contemplate   this handsome bird  until its lunch arrives in a cloud of midges.  An intimate interlude  with  dunlin.  And the novelty of its peeping voice.  Dunlin,  a dun-coloured bird, named for the its winter plumage when flocks of waders forage on the shore.  In spring and summer he is resplendent and solitary.
Dunlin,  of trilling call says Martin Hughes Games who presents winter dunlin in a flock on a beach.  The plover’s page, the dunlin is called for its sharing a moorland breeding habitat with golden plover. Tweet of the Day’s dunlin call is not what we heard on Losgaintir and I trawl the internet to find the Audobon Society website has a recording I recognise.  The British Trust for Ornithology gives call and detailed information on dunlin habit in an excellent video.
I doubt I'll ever again have such an intimate interlude  with  dunlin. 
Fresh perspectives.
 We return to Traigh Losgaintir, again and again. To the white sands of Traigh Losgaintir and a dynamic dune landscape created and recreated by winter storms, sand  dunes stabilised by marram grass,  to the Lewisian Gneiss of Beinn Losgaintir and glimpses of our summits of two days ago.
Today, we  walk  east to west on the coast to coast Coffin Route. East Harris is a knoc and lochan landscape, barren rock strewn with lochans- impossible to bury the dead.  To the west, a cemetery and the deep fertile shell-sands of the machair.  ‘Quagmire’ our walks book warns of the coffin route, but with new drainage ditches rimmed with flat stones, and a good gravel track, the way is unusually easy.
Ceol na Mara, the music of the sea.  At Traigh Losgaintir we dream the music of the sea-  shimmer of colours and sheen of sunlit cloud  on glossy sands, contemplative  as we  wait for the tide to go out so we may  walk around the dune headland, Tuagh Rosamot and the Sound of Taransay. To the tip of Losgaintir where there’s a wedding party among the dunes, the women in white the men in kilts.  Glorious along the beach and back over the dunes on another lovely day.
For golden plover and dunlin what a contrast the seasons bring.  Waders gregarious in flocks as they forage on the shoreline in winter. Then in spring and summer in fine breeding plumage, a change of diet when they come alone to the uplands to breed, becoming vocal as they establish a  territory and seek a mate.
Taking so many photographs, I contemplate their plumage and its cryptic colouring which allows them to blend into their moorland habitat.  The intricacy  and subtlety of pattern and colour and the blurring and smudging is exquisite.
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