Scapa walkers

A walk along the road past the distillery and onto the fields. The curlews and oystercatchers get upset, must have young there. I walked along the shore below the cliffs of the esdt side. Ravens, great skuas, fulmars around, and an arctis skua chased a tern until it gave up its fish.

Now I'm home and listening to Richard Burton recite Under Milkwood, and of the slow black, sloe-black, crow-black fishing-boat bobbing sea.