An Lag Bho’n Thuath, St Kilda, July 2013
There is a sudden commotion, a collision of feathers and cries: right above me an Arctic Skua and Fulmar seem to be scrapping. I can feel the rush of wings as the Skua swoops low over my head. Then silence. My heart beats. Braced, I hunch for a moment to see if they will return, but think better of it.