Starting with the clear early morning light of Spring in which one can also see a moth trap designed to capture and identify night flying moths. The landscape is quite and clear whilst the bright sunburst of light from the moth trap is punctuated with the frenzied dance of numerous moths drawn to the light. Summer tries to give a feeling of the hot breeze gently caressing the grasses, making the island shimmer. An other worldly sort of place this, cut off by the tide, an isolated from the rest of the world.

The cold gales of Autumn are accompanied by lashing rain the almost penetrates the skin it bites so hard. The sky is leaden now and all the bright vibrance of summer turned to muted tints of brown, red, gold and grey. Winter can be even more ferocious and the wind carried even sharper teeth helped by bitter northerly winds that have a clear run across the island. The landscape is almost erased by the snow of late winter in readiness for the inevitable return of spring.