As afternoon turns to evening we walk along the Westray coast to Stanger Head. The light is low and warm and blinding. My foot falls straight down into a hidden rabbit hole as far as the knee and I’m lucky not to break my leg. We reach the end of Stanger Head and we can see Shags far down below. I inch closer to the edge of the cliff on my hands and knees to photograph them:
They make an amazing pattern with their elongated shadows:
I move my shoulders and camera further over the cliff so I can straighten them up in my viewfinder.
Then we walk home, avoiding the rabbit holes.