Listening from the stone steps of the böd

This is the evening quiet outside the böd, as documented by the little on board microphones on the EDIROL R-09. The situation was very nice, some terns circling above, the heavy wooden doors of the böd gently thudding when stirred by the wind, some tiny insects browsing the rotting seaweed strewn around the bay, the sound of my steps receding into the long, pebbly curve of the beach, and distant baas from sheep and cries from geese occasionally entering into the mix. I loved the peace at Whiteness.