On natural habitats and tangled hair

Here I am, ambling about in one of my natural habitats. Today, I'm on a blustery cliff top in the north of Scotland, a few miles from home. 

 And, as I turn my head, that beautiful view looking back towards the Brough of Birsay greets me. The sea stirs up something inside me when I see it, I hate to be far from the sea, even when its stormy, it gives me a sense of calm.

All sorts of things lurk about the shorelines and cliff edges of these parts. Like wild Haggis. Very at home in HIS natural habitat, our cairn puppy, up to mischief as always.

 

This is one of my natural habitats, when I'm not engrossed in the garden, or in the family, where I feel utterly at home, stomping and plodding about, wind in my (very tangled, can't believe I bothered to brush it today) hair, hat in hand, free as a bird, happy.

 

I wonder what yours is?

 

{Thanks for Mr F taking these photos out at Birsay, Orkney and for the lovely bite and cup of well deserved tea we had after our stomp at the Birsay Bay Tearoom (Absolutely the best tea room in Orkney, with the best views!) after our stomp!}