Last night, Craig and I were sitting on the couch, triple-screening (each with an iPad, plus the TV on), and I had that pressing feeling that this was one of those moments that could either slide into brain-mushy nothingness, or be an opportunity to get out, be alive, and enjoy this place.
I asked him, “Want to go for a walk?” I could see him go through the same mental and physical process of summoning the energy and will to live that this would involve, but he said yes.
We walked further along the coast than we had before, and discovered an absolutely huge colony of sea-birds screeching at each other, nestling on tiny cliffs, and swooping down at the water.
Here’s the whole set of photos on Flickr. (It starts with Craig’s pictures from Wick’s Harbour Day, which he took part in.)