By Dingieshowe

Sun, fog, rain, wind; all encountered in my walk along the southern edge of Deerness.

The fog had taken over when I took this, so there is no shadow at all. The wind was blowing sand all over the place, and the fog was making my specs opaque, so conditions weren't very good.

I had made coffee at Newark Bay in the shelter of a thick bank of dog-rose. Though the wind was strong, it did not strip away the heavy scent of the roses.