(Arrival on North Ronaldsay – a mindful walk to the observatory)

Soaring Fulmar, graceful in the sky

Tuneful whistling, Golden Plover nearby

A deserted beach, azure sea

With Sanderling darting on the shore

Blue sky and gentle breeze

This is nature, nothing more

A standing stone proudly high

Punctuates the autumn sky

And as swallows chat and fly

So, I wish could I