We’re walking down past Backarass on Westray. It’s a special landscape of shattered rocks and still pools:
The weather is fabulous and every step is a joy:
It’s not the right weather for photography of one of my favourite spots: the unnamed rock arch:
We walk along the coastal path, on a narrow rutted track between the cliffs and the fields bordered by barbed-wire.
Below are Fulmar chicks
Rocks formed 380 million years ago lie in scattered rock-falls:
While the next generation of birds nestle on grassy ledges above:
And an adult wheels silently above:
The contrast between them is so stark.