We stood looking down over the cliff-edge, admiring razorbill close on lichened rocks, hearing the sound of the waves and watching the fly-past of fulmar. In my sequence of images I love the mist of sea-pinks in the foreground and the solid bulk of the razorbill with the lichened cliff behind. Rain and low cloud engulfed Dunstanburgh Castle and as we walked the circuit of the walls its towers faded and resolved out of the mist. I had a single lens cloth for my cameras and it became saturated. The razorbill shifted, raised its wings, and flew.
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My name is Jan Wiltshire. I am a writer and naturalist living in Cumbria and I take photographs.