A truly impressive amount of rain made conditions challenging this morning, but it didn't stop Walter Speirs and his team from Loch Etive introducing millions of mussels into the Marine Lake down at Crosby.
Now, I'm not usually that interested in shellfish, unless they're sitting in front of me in a nice white wine and garlic sauce, or fried up with bacon and a sprig of fresh rocket (defrost them there scallops immediately Mrs D!), but today's mussel mission was not about creating a food source for greedies like me.
Instead the mussels are meant to filter and clean the lake water and so deal with any nasty algal business in the future.
An innovative, if inedible idea.
(Although as I work for the council at present, I will admit to a certain bias).
A thoroughly drenched Walter explained that the ropes of mussels can attract hungry Eider and Goldeneye in more northern climes, so I'm all for that on the lake (I expect the mussel men wouldn't be too thrilled about it though).
The shellfish spent most of their time cowering at the back of a massive roadtrain, until they got the all clear that the lake was presently free of Goldeneye and Eider.
Then they were hauled out, fed into sacks with a machine like the one that bags your Xmas tree, and long strands of 'em were put onto booms in the lake.
Sadly we weren't immediately beseiged by hordes of hungry Eider and Goldeneye, but two of the wintering Scaup up on the boating lake with Tufties, were looking a bit on the shifty side.
Aside from that, a good scattering of commoner waders were on the beach once the rain eased and the tide went out, and large numbers of gulls joined the afternoon roost at the southern end of the shore (nowt out of the ordinary in the fading light).
19 Curlews feeding on the grass to the north of the Marine Lake were nice.
Eyes to the skies everyone, eyes to the skies...