Footprints on the Beaches
Footprints of gulls pattern the sand.
Notes on a very small island
Footprints of gulls pattern the sand.
A Fulmar glides past like a flying boat over the Knowe o’ Skea on Westray.
Looking out across the Knowe o’ Skea where an important Iron Age burial site gives tantalising clues about the culture of our ancestors.
Flat periwinkle (Littorina obtusata) on the beach in the Bay of Swartmill.
Sunset in the garden at Einar silhouettes the hair of the cattle rubbed onto the barbed wire in the fields.
The sun sets as a storm brews over Grobust.
Masons’ marks adorn the steps at Noltland Castle.
Noltland Castle is a monument to political intrigue, plotting and rebellion. It now stands ruined and alone, its gun-loop eyes empty. Ravens …
The walls surrounding Noltland Castle are so beautifully made and such a natural part of the landscape with their lichen covered stones.
Evangeline draws an Angel in the sand
Allowing ponies into our field has finally had the much anticipated and appreciated effect. The mushrooms have come. What would we do …
Westray cattle are a breed apart. I’m used to seeing docile unthinking beasts in Devon. Barely alive, seemingly semi-conscious, the Devon grass …
Spectacular days and spectacular nights, with a breathtaking sunset inbetween. The days have taken on a eerie stillness and the seemingly everpresent wind drops in a strange lull. Wading birds call to one another as the light fades to crimson standing in the Bay of Tafts.
The family on a glorious day.
It’s August and the cliffs around the north of Westray in Orkney are covered with the dried husks of Sea Pinks. Seals snort curious noses and Gannets plunge headlong into the sea, whilst we keep a watchful eye out for a pod of Killer Whales.
An intriguing visit to the Orkney Faerie Museum and Gallery this morning, with the wonderful, warm and welcoming Alicen and Neil. A …
Archaeologist Sean Rice holds a piece of neolithic grooved ware on the Links of Noltland.
Wandering along the beach at Grobust on Westray in Orkney I spot a group of people with wheelbarrows kneeling in the sand …
Gabriel makes his feelings known with a stick.
“How many years can a mountain exist, Before it’s washed to the sea?” by Bob Dylan from Blowin’ in the Wind. It takes three of …
Treacherous and beautiful.
Evie finds a collection of Goose Barnacles on the beach at Tafts.
November in Orkney and the days are short and the nights are long. I’m told that the reason many people love to visit Orkney is the reason few can stay there: the loneliness.
Westray. An island both friendly and wild. I’m here to see a house I’d like to buy. Based upon a few small …
I’m looking at Noltland Castle, with a stunning backdrop of fluffy white clouds on a jaw-droppingly beautiful day. As I walk towards …
The sun sets over Pierowall Bay as the goldfish at No. 1 Broughton swims.