St. Abbs head was also a beautiful place. As soon as I crossed over the hill between the road and the cliff, I could hear the lively sounds, calls of kittiwakes, guillemots and razorbills, echoing off the cliffs. They were the hundreds of tiny black and white dots on the steep cliffs. Beneath was the wave hitting the rocks.
The sun went lower and there was strong shadow. But the sky and the sea was still bright blue.
This couple had a chick and mother or father, I don't know, was stretching him/her wing to shade it.