There is something quite fascinating about sailing past cliffs rising straight up from the sea and watching the birds circling, diving, nesting, and perching on the stones.  In the middle of a whale-watching crowd, the sense of loneliness and isolation is found here.

4 comments on “Roost”

    1. To quote . . . “out on the wine-dark sea . . .” – except is was in the late afternoon!

      Glad you like it. I keep thinking – dreaming more likely – of cliffed islands with birds to visit, like offshore Scotland, the Lofotens, and so on. Ah, well.

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