There are Horsetails on the verge at Einar. They’re hard and scour my hands with their brittle covering of silica. They’re so primitive they don’t produce seeds, they live on all continents apart from Antarctica and Australasia and have been around since the Palaeozoic era. That’s a long time, even by Orkney standards.
I'm listening to a Corncrake calling at the Bay of Tuquoy. It sounds like wood creaking. If only I could see it!