One dramatic evening

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.