Yesnaby, Orkney.

The great cliffs of Yesnaby have watched all the leavings and home comings, of ships setting sail to the frozen north in search of the whale to my own comings and goings, comings and goings, my own edge place. The rocks shelves, splinters, flat flag slabs collide, crash to the sea. Oystercatchers skirl in the pearly wind. Sea tangle, skin tingle, looking beyond the horizon in search of my own adventure.