Up a steep hill, pursued by Belgiums (friendly) to Kitchener’s Monument at the top of the Marwick cliffs on the west side of the mainland.
Out of breath. I look east across soft greens, cattle and sheep.
And just down the road is a treasure trove of Fisherman’s huts in a secret cove.
Lobster Pots are evident.
The is hush-hush Orkney. We mark the spot our map.
Orkney, a place for discovery, Shhhh – keep it to yourself.
|A soft green landscape with the sun at out backs|
|Fishermen's' Huts atop a tiny secret cove|