Another day, another cycling trip to the shops. Having no fridge means buying fresh and Westray is full of fresh produce. This time though it’s chance for a detour to the Westray Potter, Martin Terrell. As the Westray and Papa Westray Tourist Association say, “Worth going that little bit further for.” Martin produces hand made [...]
is not a question you want answered by a slow but persistent drip, drip, drip somewhere near your head at 04:38am. It’s raining inside again. There’s a lovely new roof on the school but the old schoolmaster’s house needs a little attention. Luckily there’s no need for one of the several builders’ buckets I’ve got [...]
A Dog Whelk perches on a barnacle encrusted rock waiting for the moon to pull the sea back over it like a foamy blanket.
At this time of the year the ripening cereal crops take on the colour of the sun on a seemingly endless summer day.
Today the jellyfish came; hundreds were washed up on Westray’s beaches. Mostly they were clear with pale pink and lilac frills, a handful were deep inky purple. Their alien life forms litter the shore.
Noup Head, the RSPB reserve, is seabird city. Here is a Fulmar, crouching ungainly on the cliffs, waiting to wheel into the air.
A long walk along the cliffs to Noup Head. Giant mushroom fairy rings lie like targets on the fertile hillsides.
Top Shells, Dog Whelks, Limpets, Periwinkles and pebbles litter the shore like scattered pick ‘n’ mix.
Thistles sprout in the rough grass on the dunes as the sun sets.
Footprints of gulls pattern the sand.
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