It was a pleasantly warm afternoon so, after dropping off our luggage in a room at the Bird Observatory, Our Lass and I hit the beach. Well, began walking around the rocky south west corner of the island.
|The tall stems of Perennial Sow Thistle were impressive against the blue sky|
|Of course, the rocky shore is where to find the famous seaweed-eating sheep|
|Or, indeed, a small flock of them|
After an evening meal, shared with other guests and the Obs staff, we ambled out to Nouster Bay to soak up the last of the light.
As mentioned earlier, Saturday was a day of heavy rain. In the morning, we visited a photographic exhibition of island history in the New Kirk, but returned drenched to the Obs for lunch and an afternoon spent each with our nose in a good book.
Sunday was a return to mainly dry weather, so another potter along the beach of Nouster Bay was called for, with only a short shower to contend with.
|Fulmars and silvery seas|
|Our Lass and the North Atlantic|
|A bit more of the North Atlantic|
|The New Kirk in the dry. And it's not so new either|
|Grass of Parnassus (a suitable use of the abbreviation GoP)|