The weather on Westray may be dull, but there’s never a dull day on Westray.
A white blanket of cloud shrouds the island but life continues as normal for the incredible menagerie which inhabits the shores of Westray.
There’s a brief reminder that the majority of land is taken up by farming:
At Noup Head there’s a small colony of Arctic Terns which are excited by one having caught a fish. They chase it out to sea and back again.
This is the closest I got to photographing a white bird on a white day:
Actually, this is probably the closest that I got:
There’s a vertical crack at Noup which separates the Grip of Cleaton from the island:
I want to hop over the gap but restrain myself. It’s not as easy on the way back.
Across the gap is a Fulmar with a chick:
Feathers really are beautiful and astonishingly strong for the weight:
We sit and gaze out at the Grey Seals on the skerries:
Then I see a fin; and then another.
It’s a pod of Risso’s Dolphins. I get the best shots I can but they’re fast moving, heading clockwise past Noup Head:
What a fabulous experience.
Back at the top of the cliffs we see the Gannets flying past. There’s no epic blue sky today to set off their elegant white plumage and subtle yellow necks but they still look wonderful as they fly past:
Then there’s a real treat for me; Razorbills.
On Westray, there’s never a dull day.