the HALL of EINAR

The Lochs at Aikerness are empty, dry and dusty. There has been no proper rain for weeks.

At this time of the year the ripening wheat takes 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 Lighthouse stands magnificent and alone on the cliffs; a brilliant shining warning of the skerries below.

Noup Head, the RSPB reserve, is seabird city. Here is a Fulmar, crouching  ungainly on the cliffs, waiting to wheel into the air.