Sheltering horses

It was grey but dry in Kirkwall so I bussed down to Burray only to find it horribly windy and wet. I still went a walk, checking Echna Loch and Bay for birds then walking along to Hunda. I've never reached the causeway to that island without crossing but the gale and rain would have made it very uncomfortable if not actually hazardous, so I just made coffee in the nearby ruined cottage and walked to the village, right into the teeth of the gale. A single snow bunting was a rare spot of brightness.
I noticed these horses using another ruined cottage for shelter on the North shore.