My home base for the week was a croft house: sheep next door on one side, a weaver for Harris Tweed on the other side, and walking distance to beautiful spaces.
At the end of the road–which was also the edge of the island–I could walk there in a few minutes time and see the sunset on the Atlantic Ocean, and know that the nearest land straight ahead was the southern tip of Greenland. I was way up there as far as North goes. The cover photo for this post is the view of the sunset from the edge of the land.
Also within walking distance was a small beach and I loved walking down there to see the light and ocean at different times of day, scrambling over rocks for better views.
All of Scotland loves rock walls and I did too by the time I left. So many variations on a simple theme of rock + rock + rock = wall.
Fences with old wooden posts are also common, this was next to the beach and following the posts led to a beautiful view of the water smashing up against some tall rocks.
On Saturday night, the locals held a drag race, importing a fancy guest star from across the water. He was OK, but I really loved the cars from the island, each driver getting their chance on the quarter-mile road that any other time was the alternate access to the single-runway airport. When the timing lights had a problem, every hung out talking, no phones were pulled out and no social media posts were made. They were all in the moment. And the kids? They gathered up the loose straw on the hill and chased each other around, throwing straw as they went. I felt a bit like I’d stepped back in time and I liked it a lot.
The next day, as I loaded my rental onto the ferry, I realized half those cars had come across just for the race and were in line ahead and behind me. I figured they must go anywhere for a drag race, and I can understand that, being the daughter of a car guy myself.
People like us, who believe in physics, know that the distinction between past, present and future is only a stubbornly persistent illusion.