biscuit with a view

My lunch stop today was at the edge of Kirkwall. There is a small car parking area at the end of a road with no buildings. Perhaps there will be, in the future, but for now I rather like the fact that the road is made up and named, but is no-one's address.

The entertainment was provided by what I think were Eider ducks flying past, all flying in the same direction in small groups. I sat watching and wondering where they were all going. I imagined a mass gathering of Eiders in the town. It was tempting to set off and try to find them... unfortunately there was work to be done, so Eider following had to wait for another day.