Grey clouds are moving fast, and the easterly wind is sighing in under doors and sifting through every chink and cranny. The nights have been frosty of late, and last evening I saw the new moon in a clear sky. The weekend gave us...
Category - Stories from the Islands
Sailing into the aurora
Can you bind the cluster of the Pleiades, or loose the belt of Orion? – Job 38, 3 Strange rose-red rays across the sky after sunset heralded a night of dramatic display. We were feeding the cattle in the late afternoon when we...
The Return of Life
We’ve taken an interest in Arcadia Park since its inception, had heard about the recently installed...
Kirkhouse Kirkyard
New Year’s Eve we drove from a snow-free Rendall Parish, to a snowy Kirkhouse/Pool of Cletts, South...
Abandonment
Steve Davey lives in Orkney with his dog, Alfie. Their aim is to visit all of Orkney’s...
On an Orkney beach
On an after-work walk to the nearby Bay of Hinderayre husband Mike found that someone had been...
Scented summer days
This week the hay is already being baled. There has been no rain for almost five weeks, and the...
Going to Graemsay
Many years ago, for a child in Stromness the lighthouses of Graemsay were ‘Granny’s candles’. The...
Where the rain and the light fall in
Beltane fog
Beltane brought a cold fog, and a wind from the east, bending the new grass before it had a chance...