Last weekend, looking over to one of my favourite islands.
Dol fodha na grèine. Literally, in Gaelic, the sun going under.
A cold, brisk walk last week to Balranald. This area is managed by the RSPB, but in some strange fit of irony I didn’t see a single bird all afternoon
I hope I never tire of the sense of wonder from staring straight out into the Atlantic. It’s an astonishing feeling.
Uibhist a Tuath. North Uist.
I’ve been here a month now,on and off. Each day I feel fortunate to have the opportunity to live, for however long, in a place so astonishingly beautiful. I worry my photos make the island look desolate and empty of people, but it is not so. There is always something happening, something on and the community here is really strong. It always takes a while to settle into a new place; I’m looking forward to exploring more as I find my feet.
In suffering the well-documented problems of lack of internet here, and with the prohibitive costs of getting it set up (>£350!!!) it looks like updates here will be less regular then they even were before. At least my knitting is benefitting from a lack of distractions. Hopefully more soon.