We’re up at dawn to see the Tammie Norries (Puffins), a short walk from our house, at the Castle o’ Burrian on …
Footprints of gulls pattern the sand.
A Fulmar glides past like a flying boat over the Knowe o’ Skea on Westray.
Looking out across the Knowe o’ Skea where an important Iron Age burial site gives tantalising clues about the culture of our ancestors.
Flat periwinkle (Littorina obtusata) on the beach in the Bay of Swartmill.
Sunset in the garden at Einar silhouettes the hair of the cattle rubbed onto the barbed wire in the fields.
Panic sets in. When you’re on an island which only got mains electricity in 1980 (or so I’m told), with no cooker, …
Einar has a new roof on the old school building. Now there’s no more need for builder’s buckets to catch the rain.
The sun sets as a storm brews over Grobust.
Masons’ marks adorn the steps at Noltland Castle.
Noltland Castle is a monument to political intrigue, plotting and rebellion. It now stands ruined and alone, its gun-loop eyes empty. Ravens …
The walls surrounding Noltland Castle are so beautifully made and such a natural part of the landscape with their lichen covered stones.