In April and May, when these islands in the far north-west are caught in a northerly air flow the long days are bathed in sunlight. The cold air brings a crystalline clarity to the light and on calm days the distant islands of the archipelago appear to float on the horizon. We have not entered the period of the white nights so the as the day ends the sun is extinguished by the sea as it melts into the heavens.
On clear evenings when there are no clouds to give drama to the sunscape, the colours suffuse along the horizon in a glowing band of pink and yellow. As the colours slowly metamorphose into the night sky a ghostly apparition drifts past the window. The tail closed and straight, the wings slightly raised in a V-formation, as pale as moonlight, hunting by stealth: a male Hen Harrier on a crepuscular patrol. The merest twitch of the tail and angling of the wings and he’s gone. Slowly the colours fade and the night sky changes from madonna to deep blue adorned by the diadem of Venus rising.
The islands have been weaving their enchanters spell once again. This was not a night for the technology, to capture this magic you need the artistry of Turner.