Giant Pebble
A giant pebble at Rack Wick.
A giant pebble at Rack Wick.
Lady Kirk in Pierowall was built in 1674 on the foundations of a 13th-century church.
Roadmire is a great name for the boggy area leading to Letto Sands. These Palaeozoic horsetails flourish there undisturbed.
I’m in the market for some yoghurt. That means I’ve got to clear my mind of any preconceptions about the flavour I might want. What will the shops have for me this year?
Everytime I visit [[Westray]] I love the food. Whether it’s the fresh fish from Pierowall Fish or the unpasteurised cheese from Wilson’s …
On Gill Pier this tiny plant clings on to the edge. A little like this Island does.
Lady loves to be petted. She loves carrots more though.
I love the rocks on Orkney. The whole area of Greenland, Shetland, Orkney and down to the Moray Firth was once a …
The red hand of seaweed grasps a pebble at Rack Wick.
Morwenna is a beautiful Thai cat. She’s a Korat, described as “a silver-tipped blue that appears to shimmer”. The Thai people refer …
I stop my bike on the main road and see three lambs. They look delicious.
“Like pebbles on a beachKicked around, displaced by feetOh, like broken stonesThey’re all trying to get home” Paul Weller – Broken Stones
Dawn is at 3:57 this morning. In Rendalls, one of the shops in the village, I notice a small pile of CDs. …
The Hawthorn is in flower at Einar. It’s also known at the May-tree because it flowers in May. In Orkney it should …
Cycling past the sign for the Cleaton House Hotel I see a beautiful purple orchid with spotted leaves. I lie flat on …
It’s always a thrill to discover a new cheese and this is no exception. A cheese! Made on Westray! So how does …
Lady the ginger and blonde Shetland pony loves a carrot.
This afternoon I cycled down to the Castle o’ Burrian. The wind was against me. The wind is always against me. I …
Thrift or Sea Pinks grow all over the coast here and their pink lollipops of flowers are beautiful at this time of year.
Rust and peeling paint are two of my favourite subjects to photograph, which is good because Einar has so much of it to choose from. So does the rest of the Island. Here is the door of the dilapidated mill near the Castle o’ Burrian.
I’m listening to a Corncrake calling at the Bay of Tuquoy. It sounds like wood creaking. If only I could see it! → 10 June, 2015
There are Horsetails on the verge at Einar. They’re hard and scour my hands with their brittle covering of silica. They’re so …
“A monk supper please,” I said. That’s not a supper fit for a monk, although it might be. It’s monkfish and chips …
I’ve always refused to buy a set of weighing scales for the bathroom. I tell people that’s because I have a teenage …
My son introduced me to Yik Yak, an iPhone app which shows you local people’s comments wherever you are. I logged in …
By chance I see a tiny slip of paper in the shop. It doesn’t count as a poster. It’s more than a …