A reader writes, 'As another weekend fades into the sunset, the steady drain on batteries can be heard from the tourist's cameras at the harbour as they capture essence of Nairn.
Behind them are the folks back home, and even more immediately behind them are the usual end of weekend over flowing bins. Gulls pick at the chip papers and the wind drags the discarded rubbish into the harbour. Bins are not so pretty to look at but any chance of a few more please Mr Highland Council?'
Behind them are the folks back home, and even more immediately behind them are the usual end of weekend over flowing bins. Gulls pick at the chip papers and the wind drags the discarded rubbish into the harbour. Bins are not so pretty to look at but any chance of a few more please Mr Highland Council?'
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