The first walk, Britain’s rarest bumblebee and a fattie cuttie
Arriving back on Westray means I want to experience it all at once. I want every sensation. I want to be at …
the natural history of Westray
Arriving back on Westray means I want to experience it all at once. I want every sensation. I want to be at …
Do you ever feel that your life is a series of endlessly repeating circles-within-circles going nowhere? I’ve just had a shave, washed …
The turning of the year is always a great time for reflection. Celebrating the darkest day with the thought that longer days, …
Limpets are incredible organisms. They can withstand the heaviest seas, can live despite being baked by the sun and desiccated on hard …
The Grey Seals around Orkney are a classic combination of curious and wary. They are alternately fascinated by me and worried by …
I’m flushing Wheaters with every walk and drive on Westray. There isn’t a path or a road which doesn’t have a wary …
The Sanderlings of summer on Westray were a joy to get close to. Lying on the beach, keeping still, and watching them …
It’s sunset on Westray and I’ve abandoned the car on the grass and marched off to the sea. It’s magnificent in this …
I’m off for a walk on the Westray coast. Today I’m heading from Mae Sands to the Knowe o’ Skea. It’s not …
Being a baby bird means knowing when to keep your mouth open. Many have exaggerated gapes, decorated in bright colours to encourage …
When a Starling flies by I always take notice. They are spectacular birds, either on their own or in flocks of thousands …
I’d like to know why Grey Seals have a long sloping head. What’s the evolutionary advantage? What’s the adaptation for? What does …
The Horsetails at Roadmire are beautiful. Their stalks and leaves are covered in harsh mineral silica. They’re a bit scratchy and hard …
There’s something moving in the field next to Einar. I can see flower stalks trembling. It’s moving along behind the wall. All …
There’s Sea Rocket, Cakile maritima, on the beach at the Bay of Swartmill. It’s a member of the mustard family. This is …
Not everyone can get on. Conflict is inevitable. When we are all packed in too close to one another then tempers are …
The seas are magical here. There are exhilarating waves at the Knowe o’ Skea. Out on the skerries, the wary Shags gather, …
There’s a young Common Gull, Larus canus, flying past. They are very elegant fliers: Just as we have done for much of …
The Starlings at Einar make incredible abstract patterns on the wires.
Westray has a certain palette of colours. It’s a world of muted blues, greens and purples; of greys and more greys. The …
Stumbling across the thick grass behind the bay I see these tall flower spikes. I’m struck by their contrasting colours. And, as …
There are Sanderling on Sands o’ Maesan. They are energetic beyond imagination. They work the tideline as if their lives depend upon …
There’s a Ruddy Turnstone Arenaria interpres on the beach at Mae Sands. It’s just turned this stone over. They are very smart in …
The RSPB says, “The ringed plover is a small, dumpy, short-legged wading bird.” Read more. That’s not very complimentary, is it? I …
In late summer I checked the outbuildings at Einar for Swallows. Many of the nests were empty. This one wasn’t. It must …
The scientific name of the Grey Seal is Halichoerus grypus. It means Hook-nosed Seapig. Everyone needs a rest after eating. I was …
“Ha, ha, ha, hee, hee, heeI’m a laughing gnome and you can’t catch me.”
If Puffins can’t find an earth burrow, or if they live in a place with predators like rats and stoats, they will …
My current mood.
There’s a commotion in the bushes. It’s Britain’s noisiest bird in noise per weight; the Wren. My 1935 Outline of Nature says: …