Methil

Methil docks this morning. The sun is shining but there’s a cool wind from the south east numbing my fingers. A few creel boats are out in the Forth but not busy. Gulls sook in the sun on the corrugated warehouse roof. Eider ducks bob. A small boat squeaks against its fenders and the pier pilings with every wave. An understated start to the day, police sirens, outboard motors and a startled pigeon blown in on the breeze.