Evenings are special when the sun sets slowly over the North Sea. Puffins gather in huge floats in the bay and fly in wild ungainly circles and figures of eight, inspecting landing and nest sites as they flutter past.
When the sun is low, and the wind conditions make the water ripple gently, bright highlights twinkle on the sea, reflecting the warm glow on the dark water. As the last vestiges of light fall, the surface becomes orange, red and even pink with a quivering glow.
The Puffins stand and take it all in, with their unmistakable silhouette against the warmth of the setting sun.