
Go to the edge of the land and stare at the sea as the sun sets
Get out of the house. Stop staring at a screen. Ignore the day-to-day. Take some time. Go on a trip. Immerse yourself …
Get out of the house. Stop staring at a screen. Ignore the day-to-day. Take some time. Go on a trip. Immerse yourself …
The Mill at Rapness is falling down. I’d love to help save it. Red Campion grows around it: Red Champion And Sea …
I love the walk from Mae Sands to the Knowe o’ Skea. It’s a magical place, where currents meet, the sea boils and where an Iron Age burial ground gives views out towards the island of Rousay.
It’s only a small climb to the top of the field at Einar, but the view is so rewarding at this time …
A Puffin at the Castle o’ Burrian as the low evening sunlight streams through the grey clouds.
I love sunsets at the Bay of Tafts. The sun is getting lower and there’s a warm glow in the sky.
The wall at the top of Einar looks beautiful in this light.
The fact that I’m alive is so incredibly unlikely. To be here now, to witness the Earth turning around the Sun, is a privilege.
Winter days on Westray are very much like the short flight between Westray and Papa Westray. The flight is the shortest scheduled …
Walking down to Grobust beach from the tiny car park I’m suddenly aware of how dramatic the sky has become. There’s such …
The sun is already half-way down past the horizon when this Fulmar flies past, lit up with glorious low golden light.
There’s a wonderful Orkney Sky Facebook Group which I joined a little while ago. It’s got over 2,500 members and some really …
Tonight we chased the sunset over Westray. First there was a walk along the Bay of Tafts. Then a view of high …
It’s Sunday so it’s the late ferry from Kirkwall to Westray tonight. It’ll be dark when we get there. I walk on …
It’s sunset on Westray and the sun is sending me burning orange messages, It is speaking to me. It is writing messages …
I’ve seen the sun rise, orange and luminous over the ocean from my bedroom window and now it’s time for me to …
There’s just time to wander down to Taftend on 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 …
For a grey, windy, desolate place of long winter nights Westray really knows how to do spectacular natural sights.
The end of a glorious day. Sunset at Grobust.
The side of Fitty Hill is bathed in the orange glow of sunset as I reach the summit at 169m.
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.
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.
The sun sets over Pierowall Bay as the goldfish at No. 1 Broughton swims.