As I type, Winter has arrived in Orkney, with sub zero temperatures, a dusting of snow and a personal preference for hibernating on the sofa. This change of weather was preceded by a weekend of gales and we had to spare a thought for any Grey Seal pups on a west-facing shore who will have had a miserable time of it. Shortly before our trip to Aberdeen, we visited the pupping beaches at Burwick in South Ronaldsay. We counted nearly 100 pups in various stages of maturity: from recently born; through the "white fluffball" stage; to moulted into a sea-worthy black pelage and about to take the plunge towards independence. Here are a few photos of the day: Pupping beaches A recently-born pup A suckling pup, piling on the pounds A mum (on the right) warning off another mum who has strayed too close to her pup It's a wonderful bit of coastline Distant sun rays over mainland Scotland The walk also provided a bit of ornithological interest with a big flock of Barnacle Geese, a cou
Back in 2018, a post on a social media feed of the Peatbog Faeries alerted me to another Skye band, Niteworks. M elding Gaelic song forms with techno and house beats, Niteworks gave the celtic fusion dial a different spin, which to these ears sounded a little like Kraftwerk meets Clannad. After the upheavals of 2020, when Megan and I began to blend our musical influences and CD collections, Niteworks was not on our horizon, but streaming service Spotify had other ideas. In amongst tunes by Martyn Bennett, Peatbog Faeries, Shooglenifty, Talisk and Valtos, we were fed the occasional Niteworks track. The celtic fusion scene features a lot of collaborative work, and the band's modus operandi of having sung or spoken Gaelic in most tracks has introduced us to even more music artists, like Sian and Beth Malcolm. Niteworks were now our go-to mix and we realised that we ought to try to see them live, but with one thing and another, the opportunity just did not come along. Unfortunately, e