B at B of B

I took B to the Brough of Birsay to show her my favourite place on the planet. The forecast sun took its time to emerge so we had a misty time up on the Brough, but it made it all the more atmospheric. The puffins made an appearance (after the people on the cliff edge moved away), the mother eiders stayed immovable on their nests and the squill shimmered blue. 

We just pootled around, beach combing, cake and coffee, and hares chasing each other madly around a field. Even 'our' hen harrier put in a prolonged appearance, trying to ignore the kestrel that was keen to get her off this patch. 

B goes tomorrow. I haven't talked so much in ages, no need to watch my words, no shortage of things to say. 

It's been wonderful.