Dunnet Bay

 

Newest Review: ... I?m not, but I know what I see. I lower my eyes from the sky to Dunnet Bay, wherein all which is happening above is reflected. The steely greys and indigos are reflected beyond the Bay, on the fringes of the Pentland Firth. Closer to shore, the breaking waves catch and reflect the dying embers of soon-to-be-yesterday?s sun. A gilt edge on the silver surf. All of this is in the distance, of course. In the middle ground two lush green fields play host to fifty cows, each with a calf. And each calf born within the last fortnight. Most of them born easily, in these calm mild nights, and all of them romping without a care... more