Too Much Fish
When you’ve eaten too many fish to fly.
Notes on a very small island
When you’ve eaten too many fish to fly.
We are walking down past Backarass to see the birds when instead I spot two huge jellyfish in the sea. They are …
It’s been an emotional journey over the last few days with the birds here at Einar. We always have Swallows and Blackbirds …
Sometimes words are too many. Sometimes words are too few. Sometimes it is best that there are no words at all.
Sunshine brings the flowers out to bloom around Pierowall Bay. This one looks like Chamomile to me but I suspect it’s Sea …
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.
I’m lying down on the grassy clifftop looking across at the Puffins on the Castle o’ Burrian when I realise I can …
We’re on Westray and only have a few hours before sunset to see some wildlife at the Castle o’ Burrian. At least …
I’m heading to one of the North Isles of Orkney, which are North Isles themselves. I took this photograph of the North …
Nothing can fully prepare you for coming to Orkney for the first time but I’m going to try. You probably already know …
Westray wears its working clothes most of the time. It has an endless supply of beautiful green garments which it accessorises with …
I’ve spent 40 years as a photographer and had to face the constant indignity of people expressing their views on my photographs. …
When I first played the CD of Graand Owld Byre Volume One by The Michale Harcus Family I was in the car …
The sedimentary rock on Westray breaks into hundreds of ledges where the layers of time wear them away.
Rock lines and circles surround us in a sea cave on Westray.
If you’re interested in wildlife you may wonder why so much of it is so difficult to see. Why are animals so …
It’s only a small climb to the top of the field at Einar, but the view is so rewarding at this time …
Limpets are a personal favourite of mine; especially with garlic. No, seriously I love the rock-licking kneecaps a great deal. Here they …
There’s a Raven over my roof. Here it is with the top of my capped-off chimney below it. Its wingtips are lit …
Walking along the Bay of Tafts I’m sad to see the body of a Gannet. Its fragile ribs and delicate feathers are …
The mini-boulders on Westray’s beaches are a never-ending source of stripes and spots of beautiful muted colours.
There are lots of Nettles at Einar. Their scientific name is Urtica dioica, with urtica meaning to burn. They certainly do.
I could stand and stare at the stone Orkney beaches for hours; and I sometimes do.
There’s very little left of this carcass at Noup Head.