Despite the ice round the shores of Loch Feochan, we were not the only ones on the water that cold March day.
This mallard duck was being courted by five drakes!
Jim W and Phil turned their bows to wards the narrow entrance channel to Loch Feochan.
It was low tide and the bar at narrow entrance channel was just deep enough to kayak across.
As he turned the corner, I heard Phil gasp...
...he only managed another few strokes...
...before he was stopped in his tracks, by the beauty of the view across the Firth of Lorn to the mountains of Mull.