It’s a dramatic evening, already quite dark, yet this Fulmar is still flying.
The sun is lighting up the high clouds with a palette of glorious colours. I can see my house, Einar, silhouetted on the horizon.
I sit and enjoy the passing of the day. There’s a Raven flying past:
Then I spot a helicopter amongst the dark clouds.
The usual reason for a helicopter on Westray is a medical emergency. I wish the occupants well as they make their way.