There's nothing like the amazing sight, evocative sound and frankly disgusting smell of a seabird breeding colony. It's a heaving metropolis - high rise accomodation and overpopulated.
Thousands of Razorbills, Guillemots, Gannets, Kittiwakes, fewer Fulmar, and .. hang on - where's the fecking Puffins! I only saw a handful dotted about on the stacks - undoubtedly a few thousand were underground sitting tight with the other half out at sea.
Compare and contrast
The cliff-top meadows and margins were also alive with singing Meadow Pipits, Skylarks, Tree Sparrows, Reed Buntings, and best of all Corn Buntings - haven't seen or heard one for a good few years, shame they were camera shy. Also Common Whitethroat and Sedge Warbler in full song. Absolutely loads of Red Campion, and that was alive with hundreds of geometers flitting about - the only one I watched long enough for it to settle was a Rivulet.
A superbly relaxing and pleasant couple of hours. There were not many people about whilst I was there, but as I left a load of 'mature' women arrived for a guided evening walk.