Drawing at St Abbs

I had a fabulous couple of days last week exploring the dramatic coastline at St Abbs and sight of thousands of guillemots jostling for space on the sea cliffs. Every now and then the mist came swirling in from the North Sea and obscured all but the faintest ghost of the crags, the only indication of life being the persistent high pitched calls of the kittiwakes and background chatter of guillemots and razorbills.