Like many folk, I'm often alone during the daytime, generally I work alone, I often lunch alone, I often try and walk most days, often I do this alone, except for the small peedie dog by my side. The lights really limited and reducing by the day at this time of year - today sunrise was at 8.05 am, sunset at 3.50pm. With that and the often bad weather, so if its walkable outside we get out for a walk. Excuse the photos in this post, I forgot my 'proper' camera, these were done with my phone. We walked from Ness Point, along the headland to Warbuth beach. Man was it cold!
It even looks wintery doesn't it - it was bitter. My hat was tied tight around my chin, my scarf high up on my face, my hands in pockets, walking very briskly. The wind biting at my face, my nose, watering my eyes, but the sea roared and the birds called and we stomped onward. It will be dark soon, I told my little canine companion - oblivious to my mutterings, which were lost in the wind, he rampaged on, grinning as only that particular dog would appear to do.
We called to seals, who knows how many of them might be or actually are selkie folk? With this in mind, we always bid them a good day. Nodding also to fellow walker, bid hello to a fellow dog out for a stroll, owner having a wee blether further up ahead, the dog clearly had wanted to get on with his walk. I spied gnarled windburnt vegetation, trying to pick out what they were. Lichens glow richly in the afternoon light clinging onto dykes like brightly coloured jewels adorning the sandstone, brilliantly illuminated by the low setting sun. At this time of year the sun sets low in the afternoon behind the highest hills of the Orkney island of Hoy.
The faithful companion watches on from the shore, can you spot him grinning in the middle of the photo - having chased ringed plovers, oyster catchers and gulls with very limited success, he does like to bid them a hearty hello, scattering them in his wake. He's patiently waiting for me to take a picture of my shadow. I love the winter sun, it makes me tall! Thank you to Robyn for the idea of long shadows.
I am a giant, I am a giant. Oh, dear mutters the faithful companion, she thinks we're giants again. Don't you love bitter crisp sunny days and the long shadows they cast?