I’ve seen the sun rise, orange and luminous over the ocean from my bedroom window and now it’s time for me to see it set behind Fitty Hill. A glorious day.
Aug 182011
There’s just time to wander down to Taftend om my bike to watch the sun set behind Fitty Hill.
Grobust is one of my favourite beaches on Westray. Here it is at sunset.
Grobust is a place I could (and do) go back to again and again. Being up before dawn and going to bed well after dusk, tracking the sun’s movement across the wide open skies and seeing the horizon everywhere I go is something I will miss when I leave.
For a grey, windy, desolate place of long winter nights Westray really knows how to do spectacular natural sights.
The side of Fitty Hill is bathed in the orange glow of sunset as I reach the summit at 169m.
Jul 292009
Thistles sprout in the rough grass on the dunes as the sun sets.
Sunset in the garden at Einar silhouettes the hair of the cattle rubbed onto the barbed wire in the fields.
Apr 072009
The sun sets as a storm brews over Grobust.
Spectacular days and spectacular nights, with a breathtaking sunset inbetween. The days have taken on a eerie stillness and the seemingly everpresent wind drops in a strange lull. Wading birds call to one another as the light fades to crimson standing in the Bay of Tafts.
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