After missing out because of the pandemic and all its restrictions in 2020, Andy and I were relieved to be able to run our summer photography tours here on Mull through July, though this time it would slightly different in that I wasn't staying in the accommodation with the clients. While this added about an hour to my day in terms of travel, it was so much better to be able sleep in my own bed, instead of whatever I was lumbered with in the digs. Usually some sort of inflatable mattress in a sleeping bag.
Almost all of our previous trips out to Staffa and Lunga had seen bright, dry weather, but the first one of our visits was wet. I was actually pleased, after seeing some wonderful images Lyndsey had captured during a very wet visit, with puffins sitting around covered in beads of rain. Maybe it was the wrong sort of rain, but the puffins didn't seem to like being wet, and kept shaking the rain off of them.
What the sun also does is give rise to sparkles on the water, and that can create an interesting effect behind the birds as they fly in front of it. However, this mass of contrasting blobs confused the AF on the R5 and it repeatedly failed to lock on to the birds. I solved this by disabling the emulation mode on the electronic viewfinder, which shows the view as it would be through a D-SLR, and that allowed me to get a lock.
And it was a treat for all to see a puffling looking out of its burrow occasionally, on our final trip to Lunga.
The eagles were always on form, but we were also treated to some great views of cetaceans, with a minke whale getting my pulse going, being the first whale I'd ever seen. The less said about me missing out seeing orcas in Shetland one year, the better.
Something I expected to be more apparent as summer made way into autumn and eventually winter, but that's for another post.