It was pretty windy up on top of Hutton Roof. And the bright sun bursting through dark, heavy clouds made it hard to judge the light. But the twenty second dash in large yellow flipper feet across the broken, harsh landscape with floppy beak flapping down to obscure his vision was the hardest part for the lone penguin as it tried to reach the little tree before the camera clicked.
It’s a weird landscape, definitely not a natural habitat for the penguin, but I know he was reasonably happy hopping from rock to rock, although his little dog hated crossing these pavements full of crevasses.
It’s not the most polished of images, but I rushed to get it done before any other walkers caught me flapping about.