In Pierowall on Westray in Orkney, the seals haul themselves up onto the rocks in the Bay. They lie scattered like the flagstone on which they lie. Their mottled coats are a perfect match for the rocks here:
They watch us warily as they enjoy the warmth and dry their skin.
Their bristles are like an extravagant moustache:
I'm enjoying leafing through a copy of Lilliput magazine from February 1955. 'Lilliput is a man's magazine', it declares on the cover. In ... Read more
Snow has been falling all afternoon and delicate powdery flakes have been cushioning the world into a different, eerie, soft and soundless dimension. ... Read more