The Isle of Mull. April 2013. Spotted a mother and two cubs along the edge of a sea loch.

I spent a while watching them without getting too close. Fortunately, I was down wind and below the skyline amongst the seaweed strewn rocks, so they either hadn’t sensed that I was there, or were unconcerned by my presence.

After a brief foray into the water, the mother climbed out onto the rocks (they had spent some time feeding a few minutes earlier), and her offspring played whilst she rested.