This was as close to the edge as I dared go …

Today we walked west along the cliffs to the Clett Sea stack. The wind had completely disappeared. The temperature a balmy 17 degrees. The roar of the Pentland Firth frothing into the giant blow holes around the stack was a terrifying sound. Sadly, unsuspecting dogs have run into these vertical caves and perished. Our 8 mile walk also took in the busy port of Scrabster, with the departing ferry for Orkney and the arrival of a Peterhead deep sea trawler. And all on The Sabbath too.