‘Without the auks, you can see the Precambrian rock is bent from the earth’s movements into grimaces and smiles. Rust-red, blue-grey and yellow, it has a strange toughened texture, somewhat akin to partially melted plastic. Scanning it for birds, there appear to be none. And then, there’s a slight movement, barely a blur, almost imagined. A rock pipit, perfectly camouflaged, has emerged from a crevice to feed off the cliff surface.’

Read more in the January 2018 edition of BBC Countryfile Magazine

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