Wet and wild...that pretty much sums up July on Mousa. So much for it being summer. And, everyone keeps telling me how wonderful last summer in Shetland was. Funnily, that doesn’t make me feel any better. While this has not necessarily affected data collection, it has made work pretty miserable at times. Very few additional nests were added to the study sample since the end of June; when you rely on sound to find nests, relentless wind and rain is somewhat of a impediment.
North-easterly winds and relentless rain pound the east coast of Mousa
Unsurprisingly, much of July was spent holed up our small stone bothy – the only means of shelter on the island. And, what else is there to do but much on crisps, chocolate and cheese (the foods of choice on Mousa) and warm the red wine on the stove (it’s far from ideal drinking temperature otherwise).
Making the most of it...huddling in the relative warmth and comfort of the bothy, with a beer in hand,
while gazing out into the fog
Dark skies gather over the mainland
Julie wrings out the rather soggy cushions that constituted my bed!