Trappist abbeys are placed in flat landscapes because [they] impel the mind to the contemplation of last things.
A Time to Keep Silence, Patrick Fermor
Another reason for moving to Westray was an urge to be able to see the horizon, such as this one today:
After spending a few moments contemplating this horizon, I walked a bit further and came across hundreds of Guillemots perched on ledges on cliff faces.
I watched as they dived from the ledges, for a few seconds plunging towards the sea, then frantically flapping their wings, levelling off for a while, then landing on the surface of the water a few hundred yards from the cliff. Presumably they were looking for food.
I watched others return in a roughly inverse movement, low across the water before ascending sharply back up to the ledges, to rejoin huddles of others. Why do they huddle? For warmth and shelter, perhaps to share the food they have caught?
There were hundreds of them, along with hundreds more gulls circling in arcs around the cliffs. Contemplation of last things seems to matter less when faced with such an abundance of life.