Remote
A postbox at the north end of the Island. Remote, I’d call it.
A postbox at the north end of the Island. Remote, I’d call it.
Lady is beautiful and eats delicately from my hand. Her nose is warm. Krummie wants to bite me and farts extravagantly for …
Meeting Meg for the first time <3 xxx
Decaf coffee. Drop scones. One butter. No jam. £3.04. The best cakes on the Island :) The Wheeling Steen Gallery – and …
Very little has been touched in my house since the 1970s. The bathroom still has the original, now faded, bright orange, hand-made, …
Friend. Land Rover. Sunshine. Beach. Walk.
Today I go in search of Dark Island Reserve. A beer that even red wine drinkers find palatable – or so I …
The Puffins are here! I thought that I would have just missed them, but tonight, there they were, like flying boats at …
My first evening here and I’m desperate to get out and about on my bike. Starlings flutter and shuffle their elaborate pecking …
A cup of tea. A bacon roll. A Tunnock’s Caramel Wafer. On the Orkney Ferry to Westray. £2.80. Breakfast.
Westray.
Long evening shadows at the Bay of Tafts with the sound of bike tyres grinding on shell sand as my tires slip …
The ferry to Westray is due in less than an hour. There’s just time to admire the blue skies, the boats in …
So very close and so very far away. It’s 8:40am and it’s not legal to buy alcohol before 10:00am here. My ferry …
I’m glad to see that the Orkney obsession with rhubarb continues unabated!
So what’s so special about blue, red and yellow bunting across the street in Kirkwall I hear you ask? Well, they are …
It’s 7am. A duck swims in the sea in Kirkwall.
The sun is up, the sky is blue. The sun is up, the sky is blue, it’s beautiful and so are you. …
There’s a stunning ball of burning gas out there and the earth is tumbling around it. It’s dawn in Kirkwall.
The sun is up and there’s an Otter entering the sea in Kirkwall. I wander down The Shore and see the pale golden sun appear.
Sleeping in my car overlooking Kirkwall bay – waking to watch the world turn.
Waders are twittering, a cockerel is crowing and I can just feel the warmth of the sun faintly on my face. It’s …
Dawn breaks over the bay in Kirkwall
Rain on my window an hour before dawn with the amber lights of Kirkwall harbour across the water.
Time. Time to go home and leave Orkney for a little while. Time to earn a living. Time at the bar. Last …
It’s time to head home with a heavy heart. The light on the boat is on in the daytime with blue skies …
Our boots crunch as I walk along the farm track with Fitty Hill behind and the silver sea ahead.
Fitty Hill from East Kirbest
Leaving the Island is always a wrench. As I leave the Island, I watch as the ferry sails and Westray begins to …