Toward Roeberry

I cycled down to Scapa after dinner. On the way, I watched a short-eared owl hunting over the fields and how the setting sun gilded the trailing edge of his wings.

Over Scapa Bay I heard a din. It was four sandwich terns which were being harassed by two arctic skuas which were trying to panic the terns into giving up their last meal.

On this image, I liked how the low sun picks out the curves of the land.